Poem written in Russian language, inspired by the bicentenary of the Birth of the Báb’s dramatic ministry
A Ukrainian writer penned this poem about the Báb’s life and dramatic ministry. An English translation of the poem is provided below: To the 200th anniversary of the Báb The world stood still Night haze fettered consciousness Drove the hope of light Covering Dawn Lighting the sky with a comet Bright point - the dawn of dawn New Age Gate opened Transformed the life of the planet His young years Laid on the altar of love From the eyes of ignorance Shot, cutting through the beam of darkness Prejudice veils swept away Gave knowledge to people Thousands of souls in distress Waiting for death - see you When they shot your saint in the chest The earth groaned in sorrow and sorrow And from your mouth words still flew Last words for the whole earth Oh lost generation Recognizing My Teaching You will understand your error Realize that everyone has lost Realizing that life is fleeting The soul rushes to Eternity The secret of My Words will be revealed to her. I will not be with you ...