his sword,
however, to repulse that savage attack, a mysterious power seemed to have
suddenly transformed him. In all subsequent encounters, he was seen to be
the first to spring forward and spur on his charger into the camp of the
aggressor. Unaided, he would face and fight the combined forces of his opponents
and would himself achieve the victory. We, who followed him in the rear,
had to content ourselves with those who had already been disabled and were
weakened by the blows they had sustained. His name alone was sufficient
to strike terror into the hearts of his adversaries. They fled at mention
of him; they trembled at his approach. Even those who were his constant
companions were mute with wonder before him. We were stunned by the display
of his stupendous force, his indomitable will and complete intrepidity.
We were all convinced that he had ceased to be the Mulla Husayn whom we
had known, and that in him resided a spirit which God alone could bestow."
This same Mirza Muhammad-i-Furughi related to me the following: "Mulla Husayn had no sooner dealt his memorable blow to his adversary than he disappeared from our sight. We knew not whither he had gone. His attendant, Qambar-'Ali, alone could follow him. He subsequently informed us that his master threw himself headlong upon his enemies, and was able with a single stroke of his sword to strike down each of those who dared assail him. Unmindful of the bullets that rained upon him, he forced his way through the ranks of the enemy and headed for Barfurush. He rode straight to the residence of the Sa'idu'l-'Ulama', thrice made the circuit of his house, and cried out: `Let that contemptible |
those
of Baha'u'llah, had of-fered Himself to ransom His Beloved from the perils
that beset that precious Life; whilst Baha'u'llah, on His part, unwilling
that He who so greatly loved Him should be the sole Sufferer, shared at
every turn the cup that had touched His lips. Such love no eye has ever
beheld, nor has mortal heart conceived such mutual devotion. If the branches
of every tree were turned into pens, and all the seas into ink, and earth
and heaven rolled into one parchment, the immensity of that love would still
remain unexplored, and the depths of that devotion unfathomed. Baha'u'llah and His companions remained for a time imprisoned in one of the rooms that formed part of the masjid. |