The Clouds of the Realms Above by Baha'u'llah | Rashḥ-i-‘Amá | A Tablet by Bahá’u’lláh | Musical

Rashḥ-i-‘Amá(The Clouds of the Realms Above) ’Tis from Our rapture that the clouds of realms above are raining down;8’Tis from Our anthem that the mysteries of faith are raining down.Upon the Eastern wind Cathay’s entrancing musk doth waft;This sweetly scented breeze from Our curling locks is raining down.The day-star of adornment hath dawned forth above the face of God;Behold that mystic truth which from His Countenance is raining down.The sea of purity hath from the wave of true reunion surged;This precious, rare bestowal from Our rapture is raining down.The treasuries of love lay hid within the very heart of Fárs;From out this treasure trove the pearls of faithfulness are raining down.The splendour of the rose doth bring the ecstasy of choicest wine;This subtle music from the ringing tones of Lordship is raining down.The trumpet-blast of Judgement Day, the joyful bliss of heaven’s call—Both at a single breath are from the firmament now raining down.The Day of “I am He” is made to shine resplendent from Our face;The Age of “He is He” from out Our flowing cup is raining down.From out the fountain of Our heart hath God’s celestial river flowed;This cup of honeyed nectar from Our ruby lips is raining down.The Day of God hath been fulfilled, for lo, the Lord hath been unveiled;This wondrous message from the melody of Ṭá’ is raining down.11Behold Bahá’s outpouring grace, the bounty of the clouds above,Which, merged into a single song, in God’s own voice is raining...