O my God! O my Master! I beseech Thee by Thy manifold
bounties and by the pillars which sustain Thy throne of glory, to have pity on
these lowly people who are powerless to bear the unpleasant things of this
fleeting life, how much less then can they bear Thy chastisement in the life to
come—a chastisement which is ordained by Thy justice, called forth by Thy wrath
and will continue to exist for ever.
I beg Thee by Thyself, O my God, my Lord and my Master, to
intercede in my behalf. I have fled from Thy justice unto Thy mercy. For my
refuge I am seeking Thee and such as turn not away from Thy path, even for a
twinkling of an eye—they for whose sake Thou didst create the creation as a
token of Thy grace and bounty.
- The Báb
(‘Selections from the Writings of the Báb)
