ble proofs and clear arguments the prophethood of His Highness the
Messenger--may my life be a sacrifice to Him!--and also His Highness the
Supreme (the Bab) hath invoked Him (Mohammed) in many supplications.
Notwithstanding all these evidences, the unjust ones are crying out and
secretly spreading the falsehood that we--God forbid!--are His deniers and
the unfaithful friends (nakzeen) acknowledge these erroneous imputations.
Praise be to God! If we deny the messengers and prophets of God, what have
we to say for ourselves? Glory be unto Thee, O my God! Verily this is a
great calumny!

To be brief, the aim is this: Though the interference of the ignorant and
fanatical leaders the country of Persia is in a state of decadence,
although the pure intention of His Imperial Majesty the crowned Shah is
for progress. However, ye who are the well-wishers of the government and
are sincere, obedient and kind toward it, be ye engaged always in service.
Should any one of you enter into the service (or employment) of the
government, he must live and act with the utmost truthfulness,
righteousness, chastity, uprightness, purity, sanctity, justice and
equity. But if--I seek refuge in God--any one betray the least of trusts or
neglect and be remiss in the performance of duties which are intrusted to
him, or by oppression takes one penny of extortion from the subjects, or
seeks after his own personal, selfish aims and ends in the attainment of
his own interests, he shall undoubtedly remain deprived of the outpourings
of His Highness the Almighty! Beware! Beware! lest ye fall short in that
which ye are commanded in this Tablet!

"O thou who art sweet tongued!..."

O thou who art sweet tongued!

Thy poem(184) is a wonder to the minds and intellects and thy composition
an evidence of the gift of the great Lord. Therefore, thy wine is the pure
wine, thy heart the recess of light and thy brow radiant with love.

If the people of the world were fair in judgment, the sweetness of thy
poem should be a sufficient proof.

A young boy of the posterity of Israel whose pure mouth still emits the
fragrance of milk, uttering such a marvelous anthem!

"O bird of the Rose-garden of Fidelity!..."

O bird(185) of the Rose-garden of Fidelity!

Be of no cheerless heart; have no wing nor feather broken;sigh not,
neither do thou wail, and sit not chilled in a corner.

The little girl lamented is in the divine Rose-garden in the highes