One evening the Sufis of that country-side, assembled together, were discussing
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When in Bahá'í history
Baghdád (today: Baghdad, Iraq)
One evening the Sufis of that country-side, assembled together, were discussing a mystical poem, when a dervish arose in their midst and gave so wonderful an interpretation of its meaning that awe fell upon the gathering. All his hearers were silent for awhile, and then they came together close round him and entreated him to come again to teach them. But his time was not yet. When one said sorrowfully, "Oh Master! Shall we then see thee no more?" "In a time to come, but not yet, go to the city of Baghdad, ask for the house of Mirza Musa Irani. There shalt thou hear tidings of me." the "Nameless One" replied. He went out from their midst and again retreated into the desolate places.
Source: Lady Blomfield, The Chosen Highway
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