Bahá’í Prayers - Special Tablets

Tablet of Ahmad

“These daily obligatory prayers, together with a few other specific ones,
such as the Healing Prayer, the Tablet of Ahmad,
have been invested by Bahá’u’lláh with a special potency and significance,
and should therefore be accepted as such and be recited by the believers
with unquestioning faith and confidence,
 that through them they may enter into a much closer communion with God,
and identify themselves more fully with His laws and precepts.“
 —From a letter written on behalf of Shoghi Effendi

He is the King, the All-Knowing, the Wise! 

Lo, the Nightingale of Paradise singeth upon the twigs of the Tree of Eternity,

with holy and sweet melodies, proclaiming to the sincere ones the glad tidings of the nearness of God,

calling the believers in the Divine Unity to the court of the Presence of the Generous One,

informing the severed ones of the message which hath been revealed by God,

the King, the Glorious, the Peerless, guiding the lovers to the seat of sanctity and to this resplendent Beauty.

Verily this is that Most Great Beauty, foretold in the Books of the Messengers,

 through Whom truth shall be distinguished from error and the wisdom of every command shall be tested. 

Verily He is the Tree of Life that bringeth forth the fruits of God,

the Exalted, the Powerful, the Great.

O Ahmad!  Bear thou witness that verily He is God and there is no God but Him,

the King, the Protector, the Incomparable, the Omnipotent. 

And that the One Whom He hath sent forth by the name of ‘Alí¹

was the true One from God, to Whose commands we are all conforming.

Say: O people be obedient to the ordinances of God,

 which have been enjoined in the Bayán by the Glorious, the Wise One. 

Verily He is the King of the Messengers and His book is the Mother Book did ye but know.

Thus doth the Nightingale utter His call unto you from this prison. 

He hath but to deliver this clear message. 

Whosoever desireth, let him turn aside from this counsel

and whosoever desireth let him choose the path to his Lord.

O people, if ye deny these verses, by what proof have ye believed in God? 

Produce it, O assemblage of false ones.

Nay, by the One in Whose hand is my soul, they are not,

and never shall be able to do this, even should they combine to assist one another.

O Ahmad!  Forget not My bounties while I am absent. 

Remember My days during thy days, and My distress and banishment in this remote prison. 

And be thou so steadfast in My love that thy heart shall not waver,

 even if the swords of the enemies rain blows upon thee and all the heavens and the earth arise against thee.

Be thou as a flame of fire to My enemies and a river of life eternal to My loved ones,

 and be not of those who doubt.

And if thou art overtaken by affliction in My path,

or degradation for My sake, be not thou troubled thereby.

Rely upon God, thy God and the Lord of thy fathers. 

For the people are wandering in the paths of delusion, bereft of discernment to see God with their own eyes,

or hear His Melody with their own ears. 

Thus have We found them, as thou also dost witness.

Thus have their superstitions become veils between them and their own hearts

 and kept them from the path of God, the Exalted, the Great.

Be thou assured in thyself that verily, he who turns away from this Beauty

hath also turned away from the Messengers of the past and showeth pride towards God from all eternity to all eternity.

Learn well this Tablet, O Ahmad.  Chant it during thy days and withhold not thyself therefrom. 

For verily, God hath ordained for the one who chants it, the reward of a hundred martyrs and a service in both worlds.

  These favors have We bestowed upon thee as a bounty on Our part

and a mercy from Our presence, that thou mayest be of those who are grateful.

By God!  Should one who is in affliction or grief read this Tablet with absolute sincerity,

 God will dispel his sadness, solve his difficulties and remove his afflictions.

Verily, He is the Merciful, the Compassionate.  Praise be to God, the Lord of all the worlds.

¹ The Báb

- Bahá’u’lláh

Fire Tablet

In the Name of God, the Most Ancient, the Most Great.

Indeed the hearts of the sincere are consumed in the fire of separation:

Where is the gleaming of the light of Thy Countenance, O Beloved of the worlds?

Those who are near unto Thee have been abandoned in the darkness of desolation:

Where is the shining of the morn of Thy reunion, O Desire of the worlds?

The bodies of Thy chosen ones lie quivering on distant sands:

Where is the ocean of Thy presence, O Enchanter of the worlds?

Longing hands are uplifted to the heaven of Thy grace and generosity:

Where are the rains of Thy bestowal, O Answerer of the worlds?

The infidels have arisen in tyranny on every hand:

Where is the compelling power of Thine ordaining pen, O Conqueror of the worlds?

The barking of dogs is loud on every side:

Where is the lion of the forest of Thy might, O Chastiser of the worlds?

Coldness hath gripped all mankind:

Where is the warmth of Thy love, O Fire of the worlds?

Calamity hath reached its height:

Where are the signs of Thy succor, O Salvation of the worlds?

Darkness hath enveloped most of the peoples:

Where is the brightness of Thy splendor, O Radiance of the worlds?

The necks of men are stretched out in malice:

Where are the swords of Thy vengeance, O Destroyer of the worlds?

Abasement hath reached its lowest depth:

Where are the emblems of Thy glory, O Glory of the worlds?

Sorrows have afflicted the Revealer of Thy Name, the All-Merciful:

Where is the joy of the Dayspring of Thy Revelation, O Delight of the worlds?

Anguish hath befallen all the peoples of the earth:

 Where are the ensigns of Thy gladness, O Joy of the worlds?

Thou seest the Dawning Place of Thy signs veiled by evil suggestions:

Where are the fingers of Thy might, O Power of the worlds?

Sore thirst hath overcome all men:

 Where is the river of Thy bounty, O Mercy of the worlds?

Greed hath made captive all mankind:

Where are the embodiments of detachment, O Lord of the worlds?

Thou seest this Wronged One lonely in exile:

Where are the hosts of the heaven of Thy Command, O Sovereign of the worlds?

I have been forsaken in a foreign land:

Where are the emblems of Thy faithfulness, O Trust of the worlds?

The agonies of death have laid hold on all men:

Where is the surging of Thine ocean of eternal life, O Life of the worlds?

The whisperings of Satan have been breathed to every creature:

Where is the meteor of Thy fire, O Light of the worlds?

The drunkenness of passion hath perverted most of mankind:

Where are the daysprings of purity, O Desire of the worlds?

Thou seest this Wronged One veiled in tyranny among the Syrians:

 Where is the radiance of Thy dawning light, O Light of the worlds?

Thou seest Me forbidden to speak forth:

Then from where will spring Thy melodies, O Nightingale of the worlds?

Most of the people are enwrapped in fancy and idle imaginings:

Where are the exponents of Thy certitude, O Assurance of the worlds?

Bahá is drowning in a sea of tribulation:

Where is the Ark of Thy salvation, O Savior of the worlds?

Thou seest the Dayspring of Thine utterance in the darkness of creation:

Where is the sun of the heaven of Thy grace, O Light-Giver of the worlds?

The lamps of truth and purity, of loyalty and honor, have been put out:

 Where are the signs of Thine avenging wrath, O Mover of the worlds?

Canst Thou see any who have championed Thy Self,

or who ponder on what hath befallen Him in the pathway of Thy love?

Now doth My pen halt, O Beloved of the worlds.

The branches of the Divine Lote-Tree lie broken by the onrushing gales of destiny:

Where are the banners of Thy succor, O Champion of the worlds?

This Face is hidden in the dust of slander:

 Where are the breezes of Thy compassion, O Mercy of the worlds?

The robe of sanctity is sullied by the people of deceit:

Where is the vesture of Thy holiness, O Adorner of the worlds?

The sea of grace is stilled for what the hands of men have wrought:

Where are the waves of Thy bounty, O Desire of the worlds?

The door leading to the Divine Presence is locked through the tyranny of Thy foes:

 Where is the key of Thy bestowal, O Unlocker of the worlds?

The leaves are yellowed by the poisoning winds of sedition:

Where is the downpour of the clouds of Thy bounty, O Giver of the worlds?

The universe is darkened with the dust of sin:

Where are the breezes of Thy forgiveness, O Forgiver of the worlds?

This Youth is lonely in a desolate land:

Where is the rain of Thy heavenly grace, O Bestower of the worlds?

O Supreme Pen, We have heard Thy most sweet call in the eternal realm:

Give Thou ear unto what the Tongue of Grandeur uttereth, O Wronged One of the worlds!

Were it not for the cold, how would the heat of Thy words prevail, O Expounder of the worlds?

Were it not for calamity, how would the sun of Thy patience shine, O Light of the worlds?

Lament not because of the wicked.

Thou wert created to bear and endure, O Patience of the worlds.

How sweet was Thy dawning on the horizon of the Covenant among the stirrers of sedition,

 and Thy yearning after God, O Love of the worlds.

By Thee the banner of independence was planted on the highest peaks,

 and the sea of bounty surged, O Rapture of the worlds.

By Thine aloneness the Sun of Oneness shone,

and by Thy banishment the land of Unity was adorned. 

Be patient, O Thou Exile of the worlds.

We have made abasement the garment of glory,

and affliction the adornment of Thy temple, O Pride of the worlds.

Thou seest the hearts are filled with hate, and to overlook is Thine,

O Thou Concealer of the sins of the worlds.

When the swords flash, go forward!  When the shafts fly, press onward! 

O Thou Sacrifice of the worlds.

Dost Thou wail, or shall I wail?  Rather shall I weep at the fewness of Thy champions,

O Thou Who hast caused the wailing of the worlds.

Verily, I have heard Thy call, O All-Glorious Beloved;

and now is the face of Bahá flaming with the heat of tribulation and with the fire of Thy shining word,

and He hath risen up in faithfulness at the place of sacrifice,

 looking toward Thy pleasure, O Ordainer of the worlds.

O ‘Alí-Akbar, thank thy Lord for this Tablet whence thou canst breathe

the fragrance of My meekness, and know what hath beset Us

 in the path of God, the Adored of all the worlds.

Should all the servants read and ponder this,

there shall be kindled in their veins a fire that shall set aflame the worlds.


Tablet of the Holy Mariner

“Study the Tablet of the Holy Mariner that ye may know the truth,

and consider that the Blessed Beauty hath fully foretold future events. 

Let them who perceive, take warning!” 


He is the Gracious, the Well-Beloved!

O Holy Mariner!

Bid thine ark of eternity appear before the Celestial Concourse,

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

Launch it upon the ancient sea, in His Name, the Most Wondrous,

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

And let the angelic spirits enter, in the Name of God, the Most High.

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

Unmoor it, then, that it may sail upon the ocean of glory,

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

Haply the dwellers therein may attain the retreats of nearness in the everlasting realm.

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

Having reached the sacred strand, the shore of the crimson seas,

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

Bid them issue forth and attain this ethereal invisible station,

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

A station wherein the Lord hath in the Flame of His Beauty appeared within the deathless tree;

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

Wherein the embodiments of His Cause cleansed themselves of self and passion;

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

Around which the Glory of Moses doth circle with the everlasting hosts;

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

Wherein the Hand of God was drawn forth from His bosom of Grandeur;

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

Wherein the ark of the Cause remaineth motionless

even though to its dwellers be declared all divine attributes.

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

O Mariner!  Teach them that are within the ark

that which we have taught thee behind the mystic veil.

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

Perchance they may not tarry in the sacred snow-white spot,

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

But may soar upon the wings of the spirit unto that station

which the Lord hath exalted above all mention in the worlds below,

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

May wing through space even as the favored birds in the realm of eternal reunion;

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

May know the mysteries hidden in the Seas of light.

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

They passed the grades of worldly limitations

and reached that of the divine unity, the center of heavenly guidance.

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

They have desired to ascend unto that state which the Lord hath ordained to be above their stations.

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

Whereupon the burning meteor cast them out from them that abide in the Kingdom of His Presence,

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

And they heard the Voice of Grandeur raised

from behind the unseen pavilion upon the Height of Glory:

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

“O guardian angels!  Return them to their abode in the world below,

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

“Inasmuch as they have purposed to rise to that sphere

which the wings of the celestial dove have never attained;

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

“Whereupon the ship of fancy standeth still which the minds of them that comprehend cannot grasp.”

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

Whereupon the maid of heaven looked out from her exalted chamber,

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

And with her brow signed to the Celestial Concourse,

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

Flooding with the light of her countenance the heaven and the earth,

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

And as the radiance of her beauty shone upon the people of dust,

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

All beings were shaken in their mortal graves.

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

She then raised the call which no ear through all eternity hath ever heard,

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

And thus proclaimed:  “By the Lord!  He whose heart

hath not the fragrance of the love of the exalted and glorious Arabian Youth,

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

“Can in no wise ascend unto the glory of the highest heaven.”

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

Thereupon she summoned unto herself one maiden from her handmaidens,

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

And commanded her:  “Descend into space from the mansions of eternity,

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

“And turn thou unto that which they have concealed in the inmost of their hearts.

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

“Shouldst thou inhale the perfume of the robe from the Youth

 that hath been hidden within the tabernacle of light by reason

 of that which the hands of the wicked have wrought,

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

“Raise a cry within thyself, that all the inmates of the chambers of Paradise,

 that are the embodiments of the eternal wealth, may understand and hearken;

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

“That they may all come down from their everlasting chambers and tremble,

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

“And kiss their hands and feet for having soared to the heights of faithfulness;

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

“Perchance they may find from their robes the fragrance of the Beloved One.”

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

Thereupon the countenance of the favored damsel beamed

above the celestial chambers even as the light that shineth

from the face of the Youth above His mortal temple;

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

She then descended with such an adorning as to illumine the heavens and all that is therein.

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

She bestirred herself and perfumed all things in the lands of holiness and grandeur.

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

When she reached that place she rose to her full height in the midmost heart of creation,

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

And sought to inhale their fragrance at a time that knoweth neither beginning nor end.

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

She found not in them that which she did desire,

 and this, verily, is but one of His wondrous tales.

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

She then cried aloud, wailed and repaired to her own station within her most lofty mansion,

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

And then gave utterance to one mystic word, whispered privily by her honeyed tongue,

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

And raised the call amidst the Celestial Concourse and the immortal maids of heaven:

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

“By the Lord!  I found not from these idle claimants the breeze of Faithfulness!

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

“By the Lord!  The Youth hath remained lone

and forlorn in the land of exile in the hands of the ungodly.”

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

She then uttered within herself such a cry that the Celestial Concourse did shriek and tremble,

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

And she fell upon the dust and gave up the spirit.

 It seemeth she was called and hearkened unto Him that summoned her unto the Realm on High.

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

Glorified be He that created her out of the essence of love

in the midmost heart of His exalted paradise!

Glorified be my Lord, the All-Glorious!

Thereupon the maids of heaven hastened forth from their chambers,

upon whose countenances the eye of no dweller in the highest paradise had ever gazed.

Glorified be our Lord, the Most High!

They all gathered around her, and lo! they found her body fallen upon the dust;

Glorified be our Lord, the Most High!

And as they beheld her state and comprehended a word of the tale told by the Youth,

they bared their heads, rent their garments asunder, beat upon their faces,

 forgot their joy, shed tears and smote with their hands upon their cheeks,

and this is verily one of the mysterious grievous afflictions—

Glorified be our Lord, the Most High!


Tablet of Visitation of Bahá’u’lláh

This Tablet is read at the Shrines of Bahá’u’lláh and The Báb.
It is also frequently used in commemorating Their anniversaries.

The praise which hath dawned from Thy most august Self,

and the glory which hath shone forth from Thy most effulgent Beauty,

rest upon Thee, O Thou Who art the Manifestation of Grandeur,

and the King of Eternity, and the Lord of all who are in heaven and on earth!

 I testify that through Thee the sovereignty of God and His dominion,

and the majesty of God and His grandeur, were revealed,

and the Daystars of ancient splendor have shed their radiance in the heaven of Thine irrevocable decree,

and the Beauty of the Unseen hath shone forth above the horizon of creation. 

I testify, moreover, that with but a movement of Thy Pen Thine injuction “Be Thou” hath been enforced,

and God's hidden Secret hath been divulged,

and all created things have been called into being, and all the Revelations have been sent down.

I bear witness, moreover, that through Thy beauty the beauty of the Adored One

hath been unveiled, and through Thy face the face of the Desired One hath shone forth,

and that through a word from Thee Thou hast decided between all created things,

causing them who are devoted to Thee to ascend unto the summit of glory,

and the infidels to fall into the lowest abyss.

I bear witness that he who hath known Thee hath known God,

and he who hath attained unto Thy presence hath attained unto the presence of God.

  Great, therefore, is the blessedness of him who hath believed in Thee, and in Thy signs,

 and hath humbled himself before Thy sovereignty, and hath been honored with meeting Thee,

 and hath attained the good pleasure of Thy will, and circled around Thee, and stood before Thy throne.

 Woe betide him that hath transgressed against Thee, and hath denied Thee,

and repudiated Thy signs, and gainsaid Thy sovereignty, and risen up against Thee,

and waxed proud before Thy face, and hath disputed Thy testimonies,

and fled from Thy rule and Thy dominion, and been numbered with the infidels

whose names have been inscribed by the fingers of Thy behest upon Thy holy Tablets.

Waft, then, unto me, O my God and my Beloved, from the right hand of Thy mercy

and Thy loving-kindness, the holy breaths of Thy favors, that they may draw me away from myself

 and from the world unto the courts of Thy nearness and Thy presence. 

Potent art Thou to do what pleaseth Thee.  Thou, truly, hast been supreme over all things.

The remembrance of God and His praise, and the glory of God and His splendor,

rest upon Thee, O Thou Who art His Beauty!  I bear witness that the eye of creation

hath never gazed upon one wronged like Thee.

 Thou wast immersed all the days of Thy life beneath an ocean of tribulations. 

At one time Thou wast in chains and fetters; at another Thou wast threatened by the sword of Thine enemies. 

Yet, despite all this, Thou didst enjoin upon all men to observe what had been prescribed unto Thee

 by Him Who is the All-Knowing, the All-Wise.

May my spirit be a sacrifice to the wrongs Thou didst suffer,

and my soul be a ransom for the adversities Thou didst sustain. 

I beseech God, by Thee and by them whose faces have been illumined

with the splendors of the light of Thy countenance, and who, for love of Thee,

have observed all whereunto they were bidden, to remove the veils that have come in between Thee

and Thy creatures, and to supply me with the good of this world and the world to come. 

Thou art, in truth, the Almighty, the Most Exalted, the All-Glorious, the Ever-Forgiving, the Most Compassionate.

Bless Thou, O Lord my God, the Divine Lote-Tree and its leaves,

and its boughs, and its branches, and its stems, and its offshoots,

as long as Thy most excellent titles will endure and Thy most august attributes will last. 

Protect it, then, from the mischief of the aggressor and the hosts of tyranny. 

Thou art, in truth, the Almighty, the Most Powerful. 

Bless Thou, also, O Lord my God, Thy servants and Thy handmaidens who have attained unto Thee.

  Thou, truly, art the All-Bountiful, Whose grace is infinite. 

No God is there save Thee, the Ever-Forgiving, the Most Generous.


Tablet of Visitation of ‘Abdu’l-Bahá

This prayer, revealed by ‘Abdu’l-Bahá, is read at His Shrine. 
It is also used in private prayer.

Whoso reciteth this prayer with lowliness and fervor will bring gladness
 and joy to the heart of this Servant; it will be even as meeting Him face to face.

He is the All-Glorious!

O God, my God!  Lowly and tearful, I raise my suppliant hands to Thee

and cover my face in the dust of that Threshold of Thine, exalted above the knowledge of the learned,

and the praise of all that glorify Thee.  Graciously look upon Thy servant, humble and lowly at Thy door,

with the glances of the eye of Thy mercy, and immerse him in the Ocean of Thine eternal grace.

Lord!  He is a poor and lowly servant of Thine, enthralled and imploring Thee,

captive in Thy hand, praying fervently to Thee, trusting in Thee,

 in tears before Thy face, calling to Thee and beseeching Thee, saying:

O Lord, my God!  Give me Thy grace to serve Thy loved ones,

strengthen me in my servitude to Thee, illumine my brow with the light of adoration

 in Thy court of holiness, and of prayer to Thy kingdom of grandeur. 

Help me to be selfless at the heavenly entrance of Thy gate,

and aid me to be detached from all things within Thy holy precincts.

 Lord!  Give me to drink from the chalice of selflessness;

with its robe clothe me, and in its ocean immerse me. 

Make me as dust in the pathway of Thy loved ones,

and grant that I may offer up my soul for the earth ennobled

by the footsteps of Thy chosen ones in Thy path, O Lord of Glory in the Highest.

With this prayer doth Thy servant call Thee, at dawntide and in the night-season. 

Fulfill his heart's desire, O Lord!  Illumine his heart,

gladden his bosom, kindle his light, that he may serve Thy Cause and Thy servants.

Thou art the Bestower, the Pitiful, the Most Bountiful, the Gracious, the Merciful, the Compassionate.


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