The Mirror of the Excellences of Islam — Page 523
522 Ā'ĪNA-E-KAMĀLĀT-E-ISLĀM―DĀFI‘UL-WASĀWIS I would not have found any delight in life. I find that its beauty exceeds that of a hundred thousand Josephs. I vigorously gravitate towards it, and drink it into my heart. It has nurtured me as an embryo is nurtured and it has a wonderful effect on my heart. My being is lost in its beauty. I have perceived in a vision that Hazīratul-Quds [the Garden of Holiness] is irrigated with the water of the Quran, which is a raging ocean teeming with waves of life-giving water. Whoever drinks from it comes to life. Indeed, he becomes one of those who gives life to others. I call Allah to witness that I find its countenance more beautiful than everything. Its countenance is made of beauty and it is donned with the robe of excellence. I find it akin to a charming man who is elegant and tall, and possessed of a soft and gentle cheek. He is blessed with a perfectly balanced physique—every kind of beauty, light, and brilliance has been poured forth upon him in full measure. He is a charming beauty as one who has been given a perfectly proportioned body, with attractive features that can be found in those who are beloved, such as wide eyes, broad eyebrows, red cheeks, a slim waist, soft and lustrous teeth, a straight nose, half-open eyes, soft and delicate joints, and long and shining hair. He has everything that can attract a heart and please the eyes, and everything deemed admirable in any beloved. Every book besides the Holy Quran is a defective creation, a prema- ture aborted embryo lacking either developed eyes or a developed nose, and you see their countenances as ugly and foul-smelling. Moreover, these books are like a woman who—as she lifts her burqa' and veil from her face, lo!—is an extremely loathsome spectacle: her eyes bleared, cheeks freckled, bald-headed with falling tresses, and with her teeth decayed; with the redness of her cheeks turned yellow, with her face like the once-full moon having lost its brightness in dark nights, with her moon split, and its luminosity darkened, while her vigour has been collapsed by the vicissitudes of age. Thus, she is like a rotten, stinking, and fetid carcass that stings the nose of people and destroys the pleas- ing vision of their eyes. Her family shamefully wails over their disgrace