Bicentenary Poems and Prose

Wronged One of the World

Wronged One of the World:
To the Blessed Beauty

"Praised be Thou, O Lord my God! Thou seest my poverty and my misery, my troubles and my needs, my utter helplessness and my extreme lowliness, my lamentations and my bitter wailing, the anguish of my soul and the afflictions which beset me. The power of Thy might beareth me witness! Such is the depth of mine abasement that Thy servants who have strayed far from Thy path deride me. Thou knowest that I am recognized as the bearer of Thy name among Thy creatures. Thou knowest that my station is but an image of Thy station, that my virtues recount Thy virtues, that within mine inmost being naught can be found except the revelations of Thy signs, and that my very essence is but a reflection of the evidences of Thy unity."

Bahá’u’lláh, Prayers and Meditations by Bahá’u’lláh, LXXXIII: “Praised be Thou, O Lord my God! Thou seest my poverty and my misery,…”

O Thou who are the Wronged one of the world,
Who endured sixty years of tribulations, persecution, imprisonment, and exile;
Who, in this day, bears the name of God,
And established the proof of God's reality.

O Wronged one of the world,
I am ashamed
to raise my voice in complaint,
the difficulties I face
pale in compression
to the persecution you encountered
on a daily basis.

O Wronged one of the world,
through it all
you continued to reveal
the Word of God;
how can I do less
then proclaim
your most beauties name
to humanity.

Poet's Note: ▼

This is Poem 55 of 200 Dedicated to the Blessed Beauty.