Neshati Cole Lambden
  He is God. He is God
I.Our charm bids waft the Mist of Unknown


Mystery of fidelity thus flows from Our tone

[1] Our passion caused the
cloud beyond all being to begin to sprinkle down;
Our melody has led the mystery
of all fidelity to gain renown.
On account of Our rapture  the sprinkling of the Cloud of Unknowing rains down;


the mystery of fidelity pours forth  from Our Melody.

II.The east wind, musk-laden, from Cathay whirls


Its scent so sweet streams forth from Our curls

[2] The east wind spread abroad China’s perfume;
our tresses have diffused the fragrant gale.
The Musk of Cathay  hath appeared from the Zephyr;


this Sweet-Scented Breeze wafts down  from Our Ringlet.

III.The ornamented sun from the True One hath risen


Mystery of reality from Our visage doth blazon

[3] The countenance of truth caused the shining
sun of ornamentation to unveil;
Behold, from our direction the head of
reality becomes now manifest!
The Ornamented Sun hath arisen from the Countenance of the True One.


See thou that the Mystery of Reality rains down  from [the letter] “Th”  (thā’)

IV.The sea of purity roars from waves of rapture


This gift bestowed from His essence We capture

[4] The wave of the divine encounter made
the sea of purity cry out with zest;
Munificence then winked with coquetry
because our heart’s rapture is so sincere.
Out of a Wave of the Ocean of the encounter with God the Sea of Purity hath cried out


On account of the rapture of the letter  hā  this Precious Favor pours forth

V.Love’s treasures lie hid in the bosom of Fars


Out this treasure-trove Pearls of Fidelity pours

  The Treasury of Love appears hidden in the breast;


though this love’s treasure cascadeth as pearls of fidelity

VI.Delight of wine evinced when All was manifested


To songs of providence this Sublime Token attested

[5] Wine’s joy was poured at the glance of the rose;
our melody made this sweet hint appear.
At the sight of the Rose as the delight of the Wine apparent;


This sweet cipher rains down through the  melody of the letter   ر  “R”

VII.A blast on the trumpet, the attraction divine


These two in one blow flow from the Exalted Clime

[6] The silver trump! Divine desire! – One blast
in the midst of the sky caused both to be.
The Stunning Trump!  The Celestial Rapture


In the Firmament of Heaven they twain rain down as a Single Breath

  [7] Our face began the age of “I am He;”
our breath started the cycle, “He is He.”
On account of Our Visage the dispensation of “I am He” hath commenced;


Through the  overflowing of [the letter] ب the cycle of “He is He”   diffuses


  [8] The chalice of the heart made manifest
the fountain of divine reality;
The ruby jewel of Baha begat
an overflowing goblet of honey.
The Kawthar (“Fount”) of the Ultimately Real  hath appeared from the receptacle of the Heart;


Out of the  vermilion lips of Bahā’  this Cup of Honey pours forth.


  [9] The Day of God gained its fulfillment when
the countenance of the Lord was revealed.
The melody reverberating in
Tehran has the new Beauty as its yield.
The “Day of God” hath been fully realized on account of the Effulgence of the Lord;


Through the warbling of  the letter “Ṭ” ( ط  = ṭā’)  this New Beauty  comes forth.


  [10] Gaze on the overflow of resplendence
and see the sprinkling of the unknown Cloud;
For all these things derive from one tune of
the melody of God when sung aloud.
Observe the Glorious Overflowing!


Behold the Beclouded Sprinkling !


Through the Melody of God all this comes forth as a single Song.


  [11] Look at an everlasting moon, then turn
your eyes upon exalted and high-flown
Vistas; examine the rebellious breast
that was anointed by the most high throne.
Observe the Eternal Moon!


Behold the Pristine Ascendent Sun!


See thou that the Pure Breast sprinkles forth from the Elevated Throne!


  [12] Now view the blessed palm tree and look on
the gentle warbling of the dove; then see
The most sublime recital that issued
from the bright radiance of purity.
Observe the blessed Palm-Tree!


Behold the cooing of the Dove!


See thou that the Abhā Lament rains down from the brilliancy of Purity!


  [13] Give ear to the Hijazi tambourine;
let the Iraqi melody cascade.
And listen to the celestial rhythm
that was by the force of our passion made.
Observe the Iraqi Harmony!


Envisage the sound of the tambourine!


See thou the divine Hand,  through the striking of     [the word]         lā “No!”  sounds forth!


  [14] Behold the visage of divinity,
set your gaze on the heavenly houri.
Then look at how the human is unveiled
by the cloud beyond being’s mystery.
Observe the Deified Countenance!


Behold the God-like Maiden!


See thou that the terrestrial Effulgence rains down from  the Mystery of the Cloud of Unknowing!


  [15] Gaze at the wine server’s red cheek,
look on the everlasting countenance;
See the translucent liquid that was poured
out from our cup with such exuberance.
Observe the All-Enduring Face!


Behold the Visage of the Cupbearer!


See thou that the Sparkling Draught  rains down  from Our Goblet!


  [16] Observe the conflagration of Moses,
look at the white-hot shining of the sun;
And see the glowing breast on Sinai – all
came forth from what the sublime palm has done.
Observe the Fire of Moses


Behold the Snow-White Brightness !


See thou that the Sinaitic Bosom   rains down from the Radiant Palm .


  [17] Look at the condition of the lovers,
hear the intoxicated make laments;
See the infatuation of beings
when they enter in the court of presence.
Observe the state of the Intoxicated


Behold the verdure of Orchard


See thou that the rapture of existence rains down from the court of the Meeting with God !


  [18] Look at the rosebuds and see the ringlets
of hair that fall in the shape of a B;
Listen to the melodies of the flute
that from the pen of Baha came to be.
Observe the [letter] “H”-like () rosebud


Behold the [letter] “B”-like ( ) ringlet


See thou that the timbre of the Flute reverberates through the hollow-reed of Bahā!


  [19] This is the sprinkling down of purity,
this is the brimming manifestation;
This is the singing of the birds, which flowed
from the spring of self-annihilation.
This is the overflowing Theophany


This is the sprinkling of Manifestation


Such is the warbling of the heavenly birds which sing out from the fount of mystical death


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