"O Shaykh! Make of thine effort a glass, perchance it may shelter this flame from the contrary winds; albeit this light doth long to be kindled in the lamp of the Lord, and to shine in the globe of the spirit. For the head raised up in the love of God will certainly fall by the sword, and the life that is kindled with longing will surely be sacrificed, and the heart which remembereth the Loved One will surely brim with blood. How well is it said:
Live free of love, for its very peace is anguish; Its beginning is pain, its end is death. 15
Peace be upon him who followeth the Right Path!"-Bahá'u'lláh, The Seven Valleys And the Four Valleys, pp. 41-42
15. Arabian poem.
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