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The Master’s whole aspect suddenly changed. It was as though the spirit of the martyr had entered into Him. With that God-like head erect, snapping His fingers high in the air, beating out a drumlike rhythm with His foot till we could hardly endure the vibrations set up, He triumphantly sang ‘The Martyr’s Song’:
“I have come again, I have come again,
By way of Shíráz I have come again!
With the wine cup in My hand!
Such is the madness of Love!’
“And thus,” ended ‘Abdu’l-Bahá, “singing and dancing he went to his death” … …
Tears swelled in my eyes, blurring everything. When they cleared, I saw a still stranger look on His face. His eyes were unmistakably fixed on the Invisible. They were filled with delight and as brilliant as jewels. A smile of exultation played on His lips. So low that it sounded like an echo He hummed the Martyr’s Song. “See,” He exclaimed, “the effect that the death of a martyr has in the world. It has changed My condition.”
After a moment’s silence, He asked: “What is it, Juliet, you are pondering so deeply?”
Note: Juliet Thompson did not speak Fársí, and furthermore these are her recollections and should not be regarded as ‘Abdu’l-Bahá’s exact words.
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