Kitab-i-Aqdas/Page5/GPT4 100

(100) My watchful eye weeps for you, because you have not recognized the One you invoke in the dusk and dawn, and at every sunset and sunrise. Turn, O people, with bright faces and radiant hearts towards the blessed crimson spot where the Lote Tree of the ultimate end proclaims, "There is no deity but I, the Overseer, the Self-Sustaining."