I received this wonderful poem from Tony Lee, of Kalimat Press, and wanted to share with you all.
by â€?Andalib, written after the passing of Baha’u’llah
He is the Powerful, the Mighty, the Beloved!
Today the cupbearer, by Godâ€™s design,
poured bile into the cup of life, not wine.
Every wound has its balm, each ache a cureâ€”
except this wound! this endless ache of mine!
The nightingales refuse to sing. No trees.
The worldâ€™s gone dark. Now every eye is blind.
Calamity! The universe unbuilt.
Calamity! The reign of God undone.
On the Sea of Mercy all waves lie still.
But waves of woe rise high! The stormâ€™s begun.
The banner of Godâ€™s Name collapsed. Such grief,
such grief that heaven will be overrun.
Through Him the Day of Resurrection dawned:
Now earth quakes at the setting of His Sun.
From Sinai He called, â€?Come see!â€? Now Moses
hears these final words: â€?You shall never see.â€?
On the Most Great Ocean the Crimson Ark
has sunk. The tears of Noah drown the sea.
Look west! The Sun of Holiness has set.
Look up! and in His placeless place Heâ€™ll be.
Weâ€™ll never hear His voice again, but there
the Nightingale of Paradise flies free.
Translation by Ahang Rabbani and Anthony A. Lee