O concourse of priests!  Leave the bells, and come forth, then, from your churches.  It behoveth you, in this day, to proclaim aloud the Most Great Name among the nations.  Prefer ye to be silent, whilst every stone and every tree shouteth aloud:  ‘The Lord is come in His great glory!’?  Well is it with the man who hasteneth unto Him.  Verily, he is numbered among them whose names will be eternally recorded and who will be mentioned by the Concourse on High.  Thus hath it been decreed by the Spirit in this wondrous Tablet.  He that summoneth men in My name is, verily, of Me, and he will show forth that which is beyond the power of all that are on earth.  Follow ye the Way of the Lord and walk not in the footsteps of them that are sunk in heedlessness.  Well is it with the slumberer who is stirred by the Breeze of God and ariseth from amongst the dead, directing his steps towards the Way of the Lord.  Verily, such a man is regarded, in the sight of God, the True One, as a jewel amongst men and is reckoned with the blissful.

Say:  In the East the light of His Revelation hath broken; in the West have appeared the signs of His dominion.  Ponder this in your hearts, O people, and be not of those who have turned a deaf ear to the admonitions of Him Who is the Almighty, the All-Praised.  Let the Breeze of God awaken you.  Verily, it hath wafted over the world.  Well is it with him that hath discovered the fragrance thereof and been accounted among the well-assured.

O concourse of bishops!  Ye are the stars of the heaven of My knowledge.  My mercy desireth not that ye should fall upon the earth.  My justice, however, declareth:  ‘This is that which the Son hath decreed.’  And whatsoever hath proceeded out of His blameless, His truth-speaking, trustworthy mouth, can never be altered.  The bells, verily, peal out My Name, and lament over Me, but My spirit rejoiceth with evident gladness.  The body of the Loved One yearneth for the cross, and His head is eager for the spear, in the path of the All-Merciful.  The ascendancy of the oppressor can in no wise deter Him from His purpose.  We have summoned all created things to attain the presence of thy Lord, the King of all names.  Blessed is the man that hath set his face towards God, the Lord of the Day of Reckoning.

O concourse of monks!  If ye choose to follow Me, I will make you heirs of My Kingdom; and if ye transgress against Me, I will, in My long-suffering, endure it patiently, and I, verily, am the Ever-Forgiving, the All-Merciful.

O land of Syria!  What hath become of thy righteousness?  Thou art, in truth, ennobled by the footsteps of thy Lord.  Hast thou perceived the fragrance of heavenly reunion, or art thou to be accounted of the heedless?