Unnamed Tablet to Varqa from Jun 28 1881/GPT4 13

And regarding the martyrs of Miyandoab, you requested from the truth of His glory, and this response descended from the heaven of the divine will, or by my Highest Pen, that I remember those who turned to my Most Glorious horizon, who heard my sweetest call, who clung to my firmest handle, who grasped my luminous trails, who turned to my face after the annihilation of things, and who soared in the air of the love of their Lord, the Owner of Names, and drank from the red cups the wine of fate. Blessed are you who have attained the ultimate goal, the highest station, and the highest rank. Blissful are you, and congratulations to you for what the Beloved of the world and the Greatest Name finds from every one who approaches, recognized the shirt, and every one who smells the scent of my name, the Merciful, the Compassionate. I testify that you have succeeded in recognizing God on days when things lamented and the highest assembly with what was visited upon those who took the Book of God with strength from Him and spent what they had in this straight path. Rejoice in the highest companionship for what the Master of humanity mentions you in this prison that was named with all names and as the Greatest Prison in the Book of the Noble, the Praiseworthy God. Your blood was shed as it was mixed with the love of God, and your souls ascended as they were perfumed with the breezes of the days, and your bodies were cast as they were adorned with the ornament of martyrdom in this cause for which the near and the sincere spent what they had, and for them thus spoke the Tongue of Grandeur in your mention and praise. Indeed, He is the Forgiving, the Generous, the Light shining from the horizon of the sky of the mercy of the Merciful upon you, O manifestations of the Names in existence and dawns of recognition among the assembly of religions. You are those whom no preventer prevented, and no gloating polytheist heard, and you hastened until you succeeded in the station which was written by the Pen of God, the Singular, the All-Knowing. Blissful are you and blessed are you and those who remember you and visit you with what was spoken by the tongue of the oppressed when surrounded by sorrows from those who denied the right of God and His saints and turned away from the face when it shone from the horizon of appearance with a manifest light.