Fire Tablet Lyrics

Indeed the hearts of the sincere are consumed

In the fire of separation

Where is the gleaming of the light of Thy Countenance

O Beloved of the worlds

Those who are near unto Thee have been abandoned

In the darkness of desolation

Where is the shining of the morn of Thy reunion

O Desire of the worlds

The bodies of Thy chosen ones lie quivering

On distant sands

Where is the ocean of Thy presence, Thy presence

O Enchanter of the worlds

Longing hands are uplifted to the heaven

Of Thy grace and generosity

Where are the rains of Thy bestowal, Thy bestowal

O Answerer of the worlds

The infidels have arisen in tyranny

On every hand

Where is the compelling power of Thine ordaining pen

O Conqueror of the worlds

The barking of dogs is loud

On every side

Where is the lion of the forest of Thy might

O Chastiser of the worlds

Sorrows have afflicted the Revealer of Thy Name

The All-Merciful

Where is the joy of the Dayspring of Thy Revelation

O Delight of the worlds

Anguish hath befallen all the peoples

Of the earth

Where are the signs of Thy gladness, Thy gladness

O Joy of the worlds

Thou seest the Dawning Place of Thy signs

Veiled by suggestions

Where are the fingers of Thy might, Thy might

Lord of the worlds

Were it not for the cold, how would the heat

Of Thy words prevail

O Expounder of the worlds

Were it not for calamity, how would the sun

Of Thy patience shine

O Light of the worlds

Lament not because of the wicked

Thou wert created to bear and endure

O Patience of the worlds

How sweet was Thy dawning on the horizon

Of the Covenant

Among the stirrers of sedition

And Thy yearning after God

Love of the worlds

By Thee, the banner of independence

Was planted on the highest peaks

And the sea of bounty surged

O Rapture of the worlds

By Thine aloneness the Sun of Oneness shone

And by Thy banishment

The land of Unity was adorned

Be patient, Exile of the worlds

When the swords flash, go forward

When the shafts fly, press onward

O Thou Sacrifice of the worlds

Dost Thou wail, or shall I wail

Rather shall I weep at the fewness of Thy champions

Thou Who hast caused the wailing of the worlds