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Whenever the sun of reality dawns, the lower sphere expresses the virtues of the highest world. (78:1) Why does not man harken to the soul-stirring music of the supreme concourse and not run wild with joy over the jarring notes of a street organ! (78:2) Strive day and night; perchance these sleeping ones may be awakened by the celestial strains of the city of melody and hear the soft, delicate music which is streaming down from the kingdom of El-Abha.
(78:3)
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