Celebrating the two hundredth Anniversaries of The Birth of Baha'u'llah and The Bab
The Wayfarer's Journey Begins
In the first dim light of morning,
Before the sun set's dawn's clouds ablaze,
Or the nightingale intones his praise,
From the bed of sleeplessness I raise,
Proclaiming the joy of morning.
Restless in the light of morning,
I seek the Point of Adoration
The Gate of divine inspiration,
The Tabernacle of salvation,
I search for the star of morning.
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