O Thou my beloved daughter!
Thine eloquent and fluent letter was perused in a garden,
under the cool shade of a tree, while the gentle breeze was wafting. The means
of physical enjoyment was spread before the eyes and thy letter became the
cause of spiritual enjoyment. Truly, I say, it was not a letter but a
rose-garden adorned with hyacinths and flowers.
It contained the sweet fragrance of paradise and the zephyr
of Divine Love blew from its roseate words.
As I have not ample time at my disposal, I will give herein
a brief, conclusive and comprehensive answer. It is as follows…
- ‘Abdu’l-Baha (From a Tablet to an individual believer, published in ‘Paris Talks: Addresses
given by 'Abdu'l-Bahá in Paris in 1911-1912’)
