Memorials of the Faithful
Jináb-i-Múníb
a person of this type endured, going on foot from
Baghdád to
Constantinople. Still, he gladly measured out the desert miles, and he spent his days and nights chanting prayers, communing with God and calling upon Him.
He was a close companion of mine on that journey. There were nights when we would walk, one to either side of the howdah of
Bahá’u’lláh, and the joy we had defies description. Some of those nights he would sing poems; among them he would chant the odes of
Háfiz, like the one that begins, “Come, let us scatter these roses, let us pour out this wine,”
1 and that other:
To our King though we bow the knee,
We are kings of the morning star.
No changeable colors have we—
Red lions, black dragons we are!
The
Blessed Beauty, at the time of His departure from Constantinople, directed Jináb-i-Múníb to return to
Persia and promulgate the
Faith. Accordingly he went back, and over a considerable period he rendered outstanding services, especially in
Ṭihrán. Then he came again, from Persia to
Adrianople, and entered the presence of Bahá’u’lláh, enjoying the privilege of attending upon Him. At the time of the greatest catastrophe, that is, the exile to
‘Akká, he was made a prisoner on this Pathway and traveled, by now feeble and ill, with the party of Bahá’u’lláh.
He had been stricken by a severe ailment and was pitifully weak. Still, he would not agree to remaining behind in Adrianople where he could receive treatment, because he wanted to sacrifice his life and fall at the feet of his Lord. We journeyed along till we reached the sea. He was now so feeble that it took three men to lift him and carry
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