Hafiz, like the one that begins,
"Come, let us scatter these roses, let us pour out this wine,"(84) and
that other:

To our King though we bow the knee,
We are kings of the morning star.
No changeable colors have we--
Red lions, black dragons we are!

The Blessed Beauty, at the time of His departure from Constantinople,
directed Jinab-i-Munib to return to Persia and promulgate the Faith.
Accordingly he went back, and over a considerable period he rendered
outstanding services, especially in Tihran. Then he came again, from
Persia to Adrianople, and entered the presence of Baha'u'llah, enjoying
the privilege of attending upon Him. At the time of the greatest
catastrophe, that is, the exile to Akka, he was made a prisoner on this
Pathway and traveled, by now feeble and ill, with the party of
Baha'u'llah.

He had been stricken by a severe ailment and was pitifully weak. Still, he
would not agree to remaining behind in Adrianople where he could receive
treatment, because he wanted to sacrifice his life and fall at the feet of
his Lord. We journeyed along till we reached the sea. He was now so feeble
that it took three men to lift him and carry him onto the ship. Once he
was on board, his condition grew so much worse that the captain insisted
we put him off the ship, but because of our repeated pleas he waited till
we reached Smyrna. In Smyrna, the captain addressed Colonel Umar Bayk, the
government agent who accompanied us, and told him: "If you don't put him
ashore, I will do it by force, because the ship will not accept passengers
in this condition."

We were compelled, then, to take Jinab-i-Munib to the hospital at Smyrna.
Weak as he was, unable to utter a word, he dragged himself to Baha'u'llah,
lay down at His feet, and wept. On the countenance of Baha'u'llah as well,
there was intense pain.

We carried Jinab-i-Munib to the hospital, but the functionaries allowed us
not more than one hour's time. We laid him down on the bed; we laid his
fair head on the pillow; we held him and kissed him many times. Then they
forced us away. It is clear how we felt. Whenever I think of that moment,
the tears come; my heart is heavy and I summon up the remembrance of what
he was. A great man; infinitely wise, he was, steadfast, modest and grave;
and there was no one like him for faith and certitude. In him the inner
and outer perfections, the spiritual and physical, were joined together.
That is why he could receive endless boun