'Abdu'l-Baha replied, "I have written to him recently; that should suffice."
But the Shaykh insisted, "I wish to be granted the honour of carrying to him such a gift."
‘Abdu'l-Baha then consented, "Very well, I shall write it."
As we all began to leave the room, the Master said to Aqa Mirza Nuru'd-Din, "I am very busy, but I do not want to put this off. I may as well write it now, or I won't have another opportunity to do so. So come and sit down and I will dictate a few words." Pen in hand, Aqa Mirza Nuru'd-Din complied immediately.
The melodious chant of the Master filled the air, as divine verses in the Arabic tongue, indescribably eloquent and sublime, and with the rapidity of copious rain, flowed from His lips. God be praised, the atmosphere that dominated the hearts and the minds of those present is beyond description. The awesome power of that long, eloquent Tablet so overwhelmed every faculty of my being that neither pen nor tongue can describe it. As the poet says:
As in a dream, yet indescribable,
Nor is the world ready to hear it.