The Prison of Tihran 歌词

	Introductory passage:
	In the year 1852 Baha’u’llah lay wrapped in the gloom of the Siyah-Chál, the subterranean dungeon of Tihrán. The darkness, filth, and character of the prisoners made that prison one of the most abominable places to which a human being could be condemned. It was there, with His feet in stocks and His neck weighted with chains that He received the first intimations of His Divine Mission.
	-Based on the Writings of Shoghi Effendi, Messages to America by Shoghi Effendi, page 99.
	During the days I lay in the prison of Tihrán, though the galling weight of the chains and the stench-filled air allowed Me but little sleep, still in those infrequent moments of slumber I felt as if something flowed from the crown of My head over My breast, even as a mighty torrent that precipitateth itself upon the earth from the summit of a lofty mountain. Every limb of My body would, as a result, be set afire. At such moments My tongue recited what no man could bear to hear.
	-Bahá’u’lláh, Epistle to the Son of the Wolf, page 22.

	Introductory passage:
	In the year 1852 Baha' u' llah lay wrapped in the gloom of the SiyahCha l, the subterranean dungeon of Tihra n. The darkness, filth, and character of the prisoners made that prison one of the most abominable places to which a human being could be condemned. It was there, with His feet in stocks and His neck weighted with chains that He received the first intimations of His Divine Mission.
	Based on the Writings of Shoghi Effendi, Messages to America by Shoghi Effendi, page 99.
	During the days I lay in the prison of Tihra n, though the galling weight of the chains and the stenchfilled air allowed Me but little sleep, still in those infrequent moments of slumber I felt as if something flowed from the crown of My head over My breast, even as a mighty torrent that precipitateth itself upon the earth from the summit of a lofty mountain. Every limb of My body would, as a result, be set afire. At such moments My tongue recited what no man could bear to hear.
	Baha' u' lla h, Epistle to the Son of the Wolf, page 22.

	Introductory passage:
	In the year 1852 Baha' u' llah lay wrapped in the gloom of the SiyahChá l, the subterranean dungeon of Tihrá n. The darkness, filth, and character of the prisoners made that prison one of the most abominable places to which a human being could be condemned. It was there, with His feet in stocks and His neck weighted with chains that He received the first intimations of His Divine Mission.
	Based on the Writings of Shoghi Effendi, Messages to America by Shoghi Effendi, page 99.
	During the days I lay in the prison of Tihrá n, though the galling weight of the chains and the stenchfilled air allowed Me but little sleep, still in those infrequent moments of slumber I felt as if something flowed from the crown of My head over My breast, even as a mighty torrent that precipitateth itself upon the earth from the summit of a lofty mountain. Every limb of My body would, as a result, be set afire. At such moments My tongue recited what no man could bear to hear.
	Bahá' u' llá h, Epistle to the Son of the Wolf, page 22.

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