The poem that follows was originally written in Arabic by Bahá’í Faith Founder, Bahá’u’lláh, or, as he was known in the early 1850s when the poem was  written, Mírzá Ḥusayn-ʻAlí Núrí.

I discovered the “Ode of the Dove” by Bahá’u’lláh, less than a month ago, when, after being given verses of poetry to read at a Bahá’í devotional, being charmed by the verses, and surprised that I could not remember encountering them before, during my nearly 34 years’ association with the Bahá’í Faith. I searched out the source of the poetry when the meeting was over.

The poem that got my attention was written by ‘Abdu’l-Bahá, son of Bahá’u’lláh and Ásíyih Khánum, born, Abbás Núrí, in 1844, in Tíhrán, Persia.

O lifeless one, bereft of heart and soul,
Come to life, come thou to life!

O slumbering one, wrapt in mire and clay,
Awake, do thou awake!

O drunken one, so dazed and gone astray,
Clear thy mind, clear thou thy mind!

The world is filled with sweetest musk; the eyes are brightened with His light;

the heavens now are set ablaze.
From life and self be freed, be wholly freed!

Now is the time for sacrifice; here waft the breaths of Paradise;
secrets Divine are all made known.
Lead thou the lovers nigh, lead them nigh!

The sweetly singing mystic bird, upon a verdant cypress bough,
imparteth knowledge to the soul;
Commit His secrets to thy heart!

Commit His secrets to thy heart!

The preceding is in the book, Light of the World, which is one of the more recent in the Bahá’í Library, translated within the past decade, available here.

Intrigued, I looked through the book for other verses of poetry, and encountered the following: 

Either speak no more of love, or content thyself
with what hath been ordained;
Thus hath it been decreed by My command, and
  such is My law and My way.

This verse reminded me of Sufi poetry, which I love! How had this gem escaped my notice until now?  I searched out a translation of Qaṣídiy-i-Izz-i-Varqá’íyyih,  (footnoted after the quoted verse in Light of the World), and found  the entire 127 verses of, “Ode of the Dove,”

Revealed by Bahá’u’lláh, on a Bahá’í Library website.   The poem was translated by 

John S. Hatcher, Amrollah Hemmat, 

and Ehsanollah Hemmat. This translation prioritized conveying the meaning of the original Arabic. I enjoyed reading it silently and aloud, but longed for the meter and rhyme of the original, which had not been preserved. 

I then found the Juan Cole translation.  In this version, every verse was translated with consistent rhyme and meter, but some of the meanings were not as clear as I would have liked.

The poem has the theme of love for God, being compared metaphorically to human love, a common theme of Sufi poetry. Indeed the poem had been written during the two years of the 1850s, that Bahá’u’lláh had spent in Kurdistan, and during which he made the acquaintance of a number of Sufis.

A way of deepening ones intimacy to God is hinted at in the poem, which involves seeing the Face of the beloved. When studying and practicing this technique, as I studied the two different translations, I experienced the call to make a 3rd interpretation, which I have now completed.

Verses 61 – 62,  Hatcher et al translation of “Ode of the Dove:”
“Therefore, abandon this claim of love, or else be content with whatever transpires!
    Such is the rule established for those who would tread My path!”
Then ardently I called to Her, “O My Beloved!
     “My fondest wish and my heart’s desire,

Verses 61-62, Cole translation of same:
Cease claiming to love, or accept all this,
    For thus was it ordained in My Law’s scroll.”
In private I called out to Her, “My love,
    My ultimate hope and My heart’s sole goal!

Verses 61-62, My interpretation:
“Accept all this or stop thy claim of love!
If thou wouldst tread My path, walk in the fire!”
I then called to Her, O my Beloved!
My fondest wish and all my heart’s desire!

These two verses are near the midpoint of the 127-verses of the poem. Prior to this the hero made complaints. After this the complaints of the hero had become qualifications.

All the figures of speech turn up in the work, not the least among them being hyperbole. Receiving arrows in equanimity could be literal in certain instances, such as Renee Good receiving bullets in the face as she endeavors to carefully make her way home in Minneapolis a few days ago (January 2026). However, the majority of times that the principle turns up, it is a metaphor for a lesser grade of conflict, or an exaggeration of the intensity of the trial one is presented with. Often it is a verbal challenge, body language, or even a facial expression that we interpret as arrows, darts or bullets. 

I demonstrated to my own satisfaction, just yesterday, that hearing the arrows fire from one dear to me, and not immediately flying into a fitful rebuttal, enabled inspired speech, on my part, a few moments later, bringing peace to both of us. Accepting and allowing darts, making oneself available to them, giving up one’s blood to the anger of another, is not magnifying evil, as one might think! Yes, we do stand up to evil, but not on our own human terms!

Renee did not open the car door and turn her body over to abuse by the clansmen, who seem to have infiltrated a government agency, that surrounded it. That might have been a fate worse than the death she experienced. Sometimes we can’t avoid injury, or even death, but we CAN avoid saying, “Yes,” to anyone other than our own Beloved.

Although it has been done before in poetry, it is fascinating to me that, in this work — but in none of his other works that I have thus far encountered — Bahá’u’lláh casts the One God as possessing the feminine gender! In other places in his opus, Bahá’u’lláh mentions the maid of heaven, and refers to his mystical encounter with her while incarcerated, because of his involvement in the Bábí movement (the awakening movement of Iran that was concurrent with the Millerite movement in the United States, however the former was brutally suppressed), but only in, “Ode of the Dove,” so far as I have been able to find — and there is much of the Bahá’í opus yet to be translated — only here does he exalt this feminine apparition to the status of God Herself!

We are admonished not to divulge the hidden mystery. However the hidden mystery is not fully explained in the words of the poem. Each one must contemplate the hints given, and discover, for each self, the hidden mystery. It would do no good to elaborate beyond that because, without having discovered it personally, the reality cannot exist.

Ode of the Dove

By Baha’u’llah, poetic interpretation by Jera Jones Igo.

(Based on translations from the Arabic by John S. Hatcher, Amrollah Hemmat, and Ehsanollah Hemmat, and an additional version by Juan Cole.) 

1 & 2
Beholding light, I raise mine eyes, and there
A lovely Maiden, bright in form and face,
Her chest and arms, in iridescent glow,
Hath brought the sun and stars into this place.

3 & 4
She hovers midair, wafting sweet perfume,
A trumpet in Her hand, cheeks peaked and round.
I swoon in Her charisma as She puts
The instrument to lips and makes it sound.

5 & 6
“This is the best Beloved of the worlds,”
She says, lighting the dungeon bright as noon,
For from Her west effulgence of the sun
Appears, and on Her east the bright full moon.

7 & 8
“Amá hast come to wake me from my sleep!
Thou art the flaming Bush of Moses’ day.
I love Thee and I hold Thee, nurture me!
I’ll worship Thee forevermore!” I say.

9 & 10
A clarity of revelation came:
Her soul revealed to mine what was to be.
Though sweet it was not without bitterness;
Now, how can I escape this tyranny?

11 & 12
Alas, what have I done? One wayward thought,
And hard bench – heavy chain is all I’ve got.
The eyelash dart, the hair lasso, have sprung!
And helplessly in nooses I am caught.

13 & 14
I win my freedom but I am not free;
I’ve been abandoned by the Queen I serve.
I travel on in danger and in toil,
My fondest wish but reunion with Her!

15 & 16
I search for Her in each and ev’ry face.
I glimpse Her light, and I rejoice! Then poof!
She disappears. I fail to keep Her near.
I crave Her presence, and She is aloof.


17 & 18
Forever, I will serve Thee faithfully!
Have mercy on me, do not spurn my love!
The two of Us united will be One,
And We shall be the two wings of a Dove.

19 & 20
Was tortured in the dungeon, strength was gone;
Was exiled, then, on foot across the snow.
Then after months of walking made a home,
But for a brother’s envy had to go.

21 & 22

Thou art my breast’s desire, my Beloved,

My Soul, my Source, my Light, my Life, my Heart!

Bestow upon me the delight of Love!

End now the pain of Us being apart!

23 & 24

My burning heart ignited ev’ry flame;

The seen world was illumined by my sighs.

The heat of craving has dried up the sea, 

This raging thirst has not been satisfied.

25 & 26

I saw a lot of blood in ev’ry land,

But that which trickled from my eyes was more.

The ocean was a drop next to my tears.

Next to my burning Khalil’s was a bore.

27 & 28

Now in my grief all happiness has fled;

Afflictions stream upon my anguished heart.

My former splendor gone, my light’s gone out, 

Extinguished by the scoffer, every spark.

29 & 30

My yearning for Thy care torments my soul;

My bones are brittle, dried up is my heart;  

My love for Thee has sifted me to dust;

I long for union with all that Thou art!

31 & 32

Despair destroyed the path to heaven’s joy;

My constant tears give witness to my grief.

This torment has shattered my inner self;

My jaundiced face can never find relief.

33 & 34

Each night I grieve from insults scoffers hurl;

Each day I pray in tears for Thy support;

For I have reached a state of deep despair,

So that tongues falter making their report.

35 & 36

The maids in their mansions of paradise,

Because of my tribulation, wear black.

I sorrow for the grief of every heart.

I grieve for gladess, and I grieve for lack.

37 & 38

Then suddenly behind me, She said, “Stop

Recounting and lamenting all thy woes!

For countless are the Husayns just like Thee,

Among My lovers, and Alís untold. 

39 & 40

“Numerous are the lovers who are Mine,

And many are superior to Thee.

But lovers who are wailing all the time

Will not enjoy a single glance from Me.

41 & 42

“Compared to Me the sun is but a star;

Compared to Me the world is but a plant;

Compared to the mystery of Myself

The mystery of earth is but an ant.

43 & 44

“I am the Beloved made manifest;

Moses’ luminous palm was inside Mine.

My Cause is the essence of Cause itself,

And Justice is the wise Command Divine.

45 & 46

“From My inner Being came the ocean;

The holy Spirit came forth from My praise.

From but a glimpse of Me did Moses swoon, 

And at My glance the Holy Mountain razed.

47 & 48

“By the power of My Cause do souls meet;

Before my Trumpet did the dried bones rise;

The soul of Cause circled around the mosque;

The light of the temple flows from Mine eyes.

49 & 50 & 51

“The source of Being is my secret point;

This secret point doth worship only Me.

All guidance shines forth from My dawning Cause;

And exaltation is is the point of ‘B.’

For through my gift birds sing delightful songs, 

And from my tune comes humming of the bee.

52 & 53 & 54

“Through vain glory thou took forbidden fruit.

Thou didst another’s love quaff, wrongfully.

And thou didst attribute to Me in err’

Thou didst connect attributes carelessly,

Thou didst picture Me diff’rent than I am,

Thy err’ is assigning limits to Me.

55 & 56

“Thou will not attain reunion with Me 

Unless thou understand Me and obey,

Imbibing from ev’ry cup of hardship,

Feeding your blood to anger is the Way.

57 & 58

“Abandon the slightest hope for respite;

Repress desire for any worldly thing.

Thou must be willing to give up thy blood. 

‘I burn my heart for love,’ wtite on Thy ring.

59 & 60

“There are sleepless nights from slanderers’ stings,

And rebukes come for every good deed,

And deadly poison is a pleasant drink,

And anger is affection by My Creed.

61 & 62

Accept all this or stop thy claim of love!

If thou wouldst tread My path, walk in the fire!”

I then called to Her, O my Beloved! 

My fondest wish and all my heart’s desire!

63 & 64

I am prepared to take what Thou dost wish;

I cherish whatever Thou hast ordained.

I desire only what Thou dost desire;

I long for only that which Thou hast named. 

65 & 66

Here is my chest to welcome Thine arrow;

Here is my body to receive Thy sword.

Thy fire is light, Thy wrath is my desire; 

Thine attack is my solace, and reward!

67 & 68

Behold how the tears in mine eyes do flow,

Then witness the absence of ev’ry joy

At dawn each one attacks me with arrows,

And each night I’m with rejection destroyed!

69 & 70

Each verse I read was a curse aimed at me. 

Each moment I heard jeers from everyone.

Then they accused me of idolatry.

I received the arrow of exclusion.

71 & 72

All warfare had descended on my soul,

With blades of anger sharpened for my neck.

Jacob’s grief and Joseph betrayed by kin.

Job’s afflictions and Abraham’s long trek,

73 & 74

And Adam’s regret, and Jonah fleeing,

and David wailing, and Noah’s lament,

and Eve’s banishment, and Mary’s sorrow,

Isaiah’s trials, Zach’riah’s discontent.

75 & 76

All that occurred to each is but a drop 

Of mine own adversity, and anguish.

Alone, I wander this remote region!

My companions in this desert are beasts.

77 & 78

From tears of mine eyes and tapping my heart

Springs gushed forth from the heavens side by side. 

The force of my sorrow tore the old way. 

The flame of my distress demolished pride.

79 & 80

All red came from the red of my heart’s blood.

Tears flowing from my eyes sprouted each shoot.

Suffering in the path of love is sweet,

Pleasure in any other path is moot!

81 & 82

Scars from shackles of iron mar my neck.

And on my feet remain the marks of chain.

Not a day passed that I would not be seared

By insinuations, insults, and blame. 

83 & 84

My soul was uprooted, my heart dissolved,

My inner being boiled from my distress.

I remained without spirit, soul, or heart!

That I survived, I am incredulous! 

85 & 86

I wish that whatever exalted me

And caused the torment I’ve had to endure.

That brought the adversity that hit me,

Had never come, nor such ghastly torture!

87 & 88

In solitude I found the reunion.

I rose to the apex of Unity!

I can describe how Thou appeared to me,

Thine own vision will supply proof for Thee.

89 & 90

If my understanding was limited,  

That limit was imposed by Thine own light.

And from my own dejection gloom emerged,

But from the joy in my heart day dawned bright! 

91 & 92;

Since I was jubilant when awakened,

Being rejected now won’t make me sad.

I enjoyed the holiness and friendship,

Then I traveled from Tihran to Baghdad.

93 & 94

Through illumination I attained Light,

I ascended through the joy of my heart.

I call on thee to abandon this self,

O Spirit of life, ditch the empty part.

95 & 96

Amá, descend Thy Spirit from on high,

There is no greatness in my abject state.

O my heart, to thee I call out, Depart!

There is no joy behind this wretched gate.

97 & 98

Be reconciled with all thou hast endured

For the contentment of thy Beloved,  

With affection and love She called to me, 

“Do calm thyself! I know all thou hast said.

99 & 100

“Give up what thou hast believed and worshipped. 

Idolatry acknowledges one God. 

In My sight the glorious is abject,

The most luminous beam is but a fraud.

101 &:102

“Thy verses of adoration are apt, 

But with the competence of a servant! 

And I have eternally existed,

And I am stainless one hundred percent.

103 & 104 & 105

“I’ve seen, that many of the just are cruel,

And many of the wise don’t really know.

I’ve seen, that many of the strong are weak,

And many mystic knowers are all show.

And many worshippers do not obey,

And many mimic prayer without a flow. 

106 &107 & 108

“The heavenly verses are of My self,

And all the scriptures descended from Me.

By a grain of Mine, the sun was darkened, 

And from a drop of Mine was formed the sea.

All the joyous melodies created 

Are nothing but the buzzing of a bee.

109 & 110

“From the song of My spirit all souls live,

From My ecstacy, all minds receive joy!

By the falling waters of My command 

Do all the adored ones become viceroys!

111 & 112

“The land of the spirit was trod by Me.

Mount Sinai became the place where I walked.

Because of My light, the daystar shone forth,

The splendid sun in its happiness rocked!

113 & 114 & 115

“Those illumined signs of revelation,

That descend when My revealed verses come, 

Are the dawning places of holiness,

And manifestations of all wisdom.

The command that instigated all these, 

The command ‘Be!’ is where they derived from.

116 & 117 & 118

“Thou turned away from My Face, when thou didst

Indulge in your vain fictional fountain.

Secure thyself in Divine light which I

For you, implanted and concealed within.

Hold fast to the Cause as it doth appear.

Know the Face of light in its place therein.

119 & 120

“Free of illusion, tear apart the veil!

Behold the tear-eyed Face within thyself!

Be thankful because this hidden power

Has been awakened and loosed for thy help!

121 & 122

“Within thyself is a transcendent truth

That’s hidden where it will be found by few.

This holy mystery brings joy and peace.

Relish, but do not talk, if thou be true.

123 & 124

“If the full glory were made manifest 

All of creation would be dumbfounded.

From the kingdom of the grand mystery 

Of power, this command emanated.

125 & 126 & 127

“Blessed are those who have joined this new Cause!

Blessed are those who remain in the light!

Blessed are those who have shed their life’s blood!

Blessed are lovers who with Me unite!

Blessed are the chaste ones who have hastened

To enter the shade of My holy might!”

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