Selections from the Writings of the Promised Messiah — Page 7
Under the influence of that consummate Beauty; my heart is in a state of turmoil; mention not to me the comeliness of the Turk or the Tartar. O my Beloved! How wonderfully is Thy creative power Manifested everywhere; Whichever way I look I find every road leading to Thy Presence. In the fountain of the sun, the tides of Thy power are witnessed; Every star is twinkling with Thy Glory. With Thy own hand Thou hast sprinkled salt over smarting hearts; Which results into agonized cries of the pining lovers. No one can comprehend the ultimate design of Thy Creation; Who can disentangle the web of this baffling riddle? It is Thy charm which is the essence of every beauty; Every flower that blossoms forth borrows its color from the splendor of Thy attributes. The mellow intoxicating eyes of all 7