Every wound has its balm, each ache a cure-
The nightingales refuse to sing. No trees.
Calamity! The universe unbuilt.
On the Sea of Mercy all waves lie still.
The banner of God's Name collapsed. Such grief,
Through Him the Day of Resurrection dawned:
From Sinai He called, "Come see!" Now Moses
On the Most Great Ocean the Crimson Ark
Look west! The Sun of Holiness has set.
We'll never hear His voice again, but there
Oh, in life's cup the wine-pourer of the feast of decree
For every ache there is a remedy, for every trouble a solution,
The eye of creation was stunned, the world's heart darkened,
From this loss, the pillars of existence were dismantled,
The waves of the surging Sea of Grace were stilled; instead,
The banner of the Most Excellent Names fell to the dust,
The One by Whose Manifestation the Day of Resurrection dawned upon the world,
The One Who in the Sinai of nearness called, "Behold, and thou shalt see,"
The Most Mighty Ocean sunk its Ruby Ship,
Thus was the king of the visible world established upon the placeless throne,
The ear was deprived of the song of the Nightingale of Paradise,
The eye was forbid the effulgence of the Sun-like countenance.
For nineteen days that heavenly Beauty was bed-ridden,
It was the sixteenth of the Roman month of Ayar,
Of the Persian Naw-Rúz seventy days had passed,
Then it was this tragedy occurred, this loss appeared,
With mine own eyes did I behold the clear morn of the Day of Resurrection,
As for the funeral 'Akká's population entire, low and noble,
The Persian believers lamented fate's unchangeable decree,
For the washing of the Sacred Body in the haram, the Most Mighty Branch
His Holiness God's Most Mighty Branch spoke to the friends compassionately,
"No one should be disturbed since God has said,
"'O people, when the Sun of My Beauty has set,
"'All must arise for the triumph of My Cause,
"'There was a wisdom in My Manifestation, and a wisdom also in My disappearance,
"Therefore must we become united in His Cause's spread,
"For teaching and triumph of the Faith we must be as one body,
"Eleven were the Disciples of Jesus Christ;
"Praised be God at present our number is several thousand,
Thanks be God's that we are all beneath the Most Mighty Branch's shade,
Remain constant and assured in this mighty Cause,
'Andalíb regrets that ere this tragedy struck
He did not drink a cup borne by death's angel!