"God is sufficient unto me
He verily is the All-Sufficing
In Him let the trusting trust"*
*From the Baha'i Holy Writings

From Niyavaran to Tihran
They made Him run
Chained, shoe-less, His head bared
They made Him run

He that embodied spirit
He Who had been accustomed
To repose against cushions
Of ornamental silk

Down under the ground
In the thick darkness
Of that narrow dungeon
With murders, rebels and thieves
They shut Him down in the darkness

How many a night
When He was chained
Sleepless because of the weight of His collar
How many a night
The burning pain
Of His stocks and fetters
Gave Him no moment's peace