Go tonight to His Holy Presence, fall on your knees before Him, take hold of His hands and do not let go until He promises to leave the city!" He was an Arab....

He went directly to Baha'u'llah and sat down close to His knees.

He took hold of the hands of the Blessed Beauty and kissed them and asked: "Why do you not leave the city ?" He said: "I am a prisoner." The _sh_ay_kh_ replied: "God forbid! Who has the power to make you a prisoner?
You have kept yourself in prison.

It was your own will to be imprisoned, and now I beg you to come out and go to the palace.

It is beautiful and verdant.