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O ye(174) beloved servants of Abdul-Baha and the maid-servants of the
Merciful One!

It is the early dawn and the soul-refreshing breeze of the Paradise of
Abha is wafting upon all the contingent beings, but it displays the effect
only in pure hearts and perfumes only the healthy mind. A seeing eye
beholdeth the splendors of the sun and a hearing ear listeneth to the
melody of the Supreme Concourse. Although the mercy of the vernal shower
and the heavenly outpouring descend upon all the earth, yet only from a
virgin soil vegetation groweth while the brackish ground is deprived and
unproductive, for the traces of the outpouring are not evident and
manifest. Now the holy Fragrances of Abha are diffused in every clime, but
only the spiritual souls are attracted and draw benefits. It is hoped by
this imprisoned one, from the bounty of the Living Self-Subsistent, that,
through the dominating power of the Word of God, the nostrils of the
heedless ones becomes opened and partake a share from the fragrances of
the Rose-Garden of Mystery.

O ye friends of God! The real friends are the skillful physicians and the
divine instructions are the antidote of the Merciful One and the remedies
of the hearts. They (the believers) heal the nostril affected with rheum,
make mindful the negligent ones, give a share to the deprived ones and
make hopeful the hopeless ones. In this day if anyone liveth in accord
with the heavenly teachings and instructions, he shall become a spiritual
physician to the world of humanity and the trumpet of Israfel(175) to
quicken the dead; for the confirmations of the Kingdom of Abha are
uninterrupted and the victory of the Supreme Concourse is the associate of
every one who is pure in heart. The weak gnat will become the strong royal
falcon and the sparrow is transformed into the eagle soaring toward the
apex of the Ancient Glory. Therefore, look ye not upon your own capability
and merit, nay rather, lay your confidence in the bounty and protection,
favor and grace of the Blessed Perfection--may my life be a sacrifice to
His beloved ones!--and, mounting upon the charger of magnanimity, rush ye
toward the arena of martyrdom, so that ye may win the polo of favors in
this vast field of God!

O ye maid-servants of the Merciful One! The queens of the world went down
to the tombs and disapeared and vanished from the face of the earth. There
remained for them no fruit, no name, no trace, no fame and no existe