 An Ode to Bahá'u'lláh by Nabil-e-Ahzam Translated by Edward G. Brown Read for LibriVox.org by Adib Massoumion Though the night of parting endless seem As thy nigh black hair, Bahá'u'lláh Yet we meet at last and the gloom is past In thy lightning's glare, Bahá'u'lláh To my heart from thee was a signal shown That I to all men should make known That they, as the balt of the gold doth fly Should to thee repair, Bahá'u'lláh At this my call from the quarters Four men's hearts and souls to thy quarters pour What forsooth could attract them more Than that region fair, Bahá'u'lláh The world hath attained to heaven's worth And the paradise is the face of earth Since at length thereon a breeze hath blown From thy nature rare, Bahá'u'lláh Bountiful art thou, as all men know At a glance two worlds thou wouldstien bestow On the suppliant hands of thy direst foe If he makes his prayer, Bahá'u'lláh End of poem This recording is in the public domain An ode to Bahá'u'lláh By Nabil E. Azam Translated by Edward G. Brown Read for LibriVox.org by Darcy Smitinar Though the night of parting endless seem Is thine eye-black hair, Bahá'u'lláh Yet we meet at last, and the gloom is past In thy lightning's glare, Bahá'u'lláh To my heart from thee was a signal shown That I to all men should make known that they As the ball to the gold doth fly Should to thee repair, Bahá'u'lláh At this my call from the quarters Four men's hearts and souls to thy quarters pour What forsooth could attract them more Than that region fair, Bahá'u'lláh The world hath attained to heaven's worth And a paradise is the face of earth since at length Theron a breeze hath blown from thy nature rare Bahá'u'lláh Bountiful art thou, as all men know At a glance two worlds thou wouldst need And bestow on the subliant hands of thy direst foe If he makes his prayer, Bahá'u'lláh End of poem This recording is in the public domain Ode to Bahá'u'lláh By Nabil E. Azam Translated by Edward G. Brown Read for Libby Vox.org by Algie Pug Perth, Western Australia Though the night of parting endless seam Is thy nigh black hair, Bahá'u'lláh Yet we meet at last And the gloom is past in thy lightning's glare Bahá'u'lláh To my heart from thee was a signal shown That I to all men should make known That they as the ball to the gold doth fly Should to thee repair Bahá'u'lláh At this my call from the quarters Four men's hearts and souls to thy quarters poor What, forsooth, could attract them more Than that region fair Bahá'u'lláh The world hath attained to heaven's worth And a paradise is the face of earth Since at length Theron a breeze hath blown From thy nature rare Bahá'u'lláh Bountiful art thou, as all men know At a glance two worlds thou wouldst in bestow On the suppliant hands of thy direst foe If he makes his prayer Bahá'u'lláh Bahá'u'lláh End of poem This recording is in a public domain An ode to Bahá'u'lláh by Nabil E. Assam Translated by Edward G. Brown Read for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence Though the night of parting endless seem As thy nigh black hair Bahá'u'lláh Yet we meet at last and the gloom is past In thy lightning's glare Bahá'u'lláh To my heart from thee was a signal shown That I to all men should make known That they, as the ball to the gold doth fly Should to thee repair Bahá'u'lláh At this my call from the quarters Formends hearts and souls to thy quarters poor What, forsooth, could attract them more Than that region fair Bahá'u'lláh The world hath attained to heaven's worth And a paradise is the face of earth Since at length Theron a breeze hath blown From thy nature rare Bahá'u'lláh Bountiful art thou, as all men know At a glance two worlds thou wouldst and bestow On the supplicant hands of thy direst foe If he makes his prayer Bahá'u'lláh In the poem this recording is in the public domain An ode to Bahá'u'lláh by Nabil E. Assam Translated by Edward G. Brown Read for LibriVox.org by Nicholas James Bridgewater Though the night of parting endless seem As thy nigh black hair Bahá'u'lláh Yet we meet at last, and the gloom is past In thy lightning's glare Bahá'u'lláh To my heart from thee was a signal shown That I to all men should make known That they as the ball to the gold doth fly Should to thee repair Bahá'u'lláh At this my call from the quarters For men's hearts and souls to thy quarters pour What forsooth could attract them more Than that region fair Bahá'u'lláh The world hath attained to heaven's worth And a paradise is the face of earth Since at length there on a breeze hath blown From thy nature rare Bahá'u'lláh Bountiful art thou as all men know At a glance to worlds thou wouldst Ian bestow on the supplicant hands Of thy direst foe If he makes his prayer Bahá'u'lláh End of poem This recording is in the public domain A note to Bahá'u'lláh by Nabila Azá Translated by Edward G. Brown Read for LibriVox.org by Nassim Though the night of parting Endless seem as thy nigh black hair Bahá'u'lláh Yet we meet at last And the gloom is passed In thy lightning's glare Bahá'u'lláh To my heart from thee was a signal shown That I to all men should make known That they as the board to the gold doth fly Should to thee repair Bahá'u'lláh At this my call from the quarters For men's hearts and souls To thy quarters, poor What forsooth could attract them more Than that region fair? Bahá'u'lláh The world hath attained to heaven's worth And the paradise is the face of earth Since at length thereon a breeze hath blown From thy nature rare Bahá'u'lláh Bountiful art thou, as all men know At a glance to worlds thou would still bestow On the supplant hands of thy direst foe If he makes his prayer Bahá'u'lláh End of poem This recording is in the public domain An ode to Bahá'u'lláh By Nabilia Lazón Translated by Edward G. Brown Read for LibriVox.org By Revin Notatio Though the night of parting endless Seem as thy nigh black hair Bahá'u'lláh Yet we meet at last And the gloom is passed in thy lightning's glare Bahá'u'lláh To my heart from thee was a signal shown That I to all men should make known That they, as the ball to the goal doth fly Should to thee repair Bahá'u'lláh At this my call From the quarters full men's hearts and souls To thy quarters poor What, forsooth, could attract them more Than that region fair? Bahá'u'lláh The world hath attained to heaven's worth And a paradise is the face of earth Since, at length, thereon a breeze hath blown From thy nature rare Bahá'u'lláh Bantiful art thou, as all men know At a glance, two worlds thou wouldstian bestow On the suppliant hands of thy diarist foe If he makes his prayer Bahá'u'lláh End of poem This recording is in the public domain An O2 Bahá'u'lláh by Nabil Ia Zem Translated by Edward G. Brown Read for LibraVox.org by TJ Though the night of puriting end this theme As thy night-black hail Bahá'u'lláh Yet we meet at last, and the gloom is past In thy lightning's gavel Bahá'u'lláh To my heart from thee was a signal shown That I to our men should make known That they, as the ball to the gall dust fly Should to thee repair Bahá'u'lláh At this my call From the quarters full men's hearts and souls To thy quarters poor What, forsooth, could attract them more Than that region fair Bahá'u'lláh The world has attained to heaven's worth In the paradise if the face of earth Since at length there on a breeze Has blown from thy natural rail Bahá'u'lláh Bound for art thou as our men know At a glance, two worlds thou wouldstian bestow On the suppliant hands of thy diarist foe If he makes his prayer Bahá'u'lláh End of poem This recording is in the public