نوشته های بهاء الله: هفت وادی، قسمت ۷ از ۸

O friend, the heart is the dwelling-place of eternal mysteries: Make it not the home of fleeting fancies. Waste not the treasure of thy precious life occupied with this swiftly passing world. Thou come from the world of holiness: Bind not thine heart to the earth. Thou art a dweller in the court of reunion: Choose not the homeland of the dust. “Nothing can befall us but what God hath destined for us.” Peace be upon him who follows the way of guidance! After scaling the high summits of wonderment, the wayfarer cometh to the Valley of True Poverty and Absolute Nothingness. “All on the Earth shall pass away, but the face of thy Lord. ”