The tent was pitched, Flowers covered the ground
Birds sang, wind blew, and petals flew around
The seeds had been planted, the pollen spread
The path had been layed, a long road ahead
Screams and whispers that the truth had been found
By the flame that emerged, shaking the ground
The pile of roses continued to raise
The world was to be set ablaze
The lightning struck, the candle had been lit,
The thunder spread, for miles they could feel it
Ya Baha'u'l-Abha the call was raised
The Glory of God was divinely praised
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