O Son of passion!  Cleanse thyself from the defilement of riches and in perfect peace advance into the realm of poverty; that from the well-spring of detachment thou mayest quaff the wine of immortal life.

“56:  O My Son!  The company of the ungodly increaseth sorrow,...”

O My Son!  The company of the ungodly increaseth sorrow, whilst fellowship with the righteous cleanseth the rust from off the heart.  He that seeketh to commune with God, let him betake himself to the companionship of His loved ones; and he that desireth to hearken unto the word of God, let him give ear to the words of His chosen ones.

“57:  O Son of dust!  Beware!  Walk not with the ungodly and seek...”

O Son of dust!  Beware!  Walk not with the ungodly and seek not fellowship with him, for such companionship turneth the radiance of the heart into infernal fire.

“58:  O Son of My handmaid!  Wouldst thou seek the grace of the Holy Spirit,...”

O Son of My handmaid!  Wouldst thou seek the grace of the Holy Spirit, enter into fellowship with the righteous, for he hath drunk the cup of eternal life at the hands of the immortal Cup-bearer and even as the true morn doth quicken and illumine the hearts of the dead.

“59:  O heedless ones!  Think not the secrets of hearts are hidden, nay,...”

O heedless ones!  Think not the secrets of hearts are hidden, nay, know ye of a certainty that in clear characters they are engraved and are openly manifest in the holy Presence.

“60:  O friends!  Verily I say, whatsoever ye have concealed within...”

O friends!  Verily I say, whatsoever ye have concealed within your hearts is to Us open and manifest as the day; but that it is hidden is of Our grace and favor, and not of your deserving.

“61:  O Son of man!  A dewdrop out of the fathomless ocean of My...”

O Son of man!  A dewdrop out of the fathomless ocean of My mercy I have shed upon the peoples of the world, yet found none turn thereunto, inasmuch as every one hath turned away from the celestial wine of unity unto the foul dregs of impurity, and, content with mortal cup, hath put away the chalice of immortal beauty.  Vile is that wherewith he is contented.

“62:  O Son of dust!  Turn not away thine eyes from the matchless wine...”

O Son of dust!  Turn not away thine eyes from the matchless wine of the immortal Beloved, and open them not to foul and mortal dregs.  Take from the hands of the divine Cup-bearer the chalice of immortal life, that all wisdom may be thine, and that thou mayest hearken unto the mystic voice calling from the realm of the invisible.  Cry aloud, ye that are of low aim!  Wherefore have ye turned away from My holy and immortal wine unto evanescent water?