Land of Ta

In the land of Tá
Born of noble lineage
Descended from Katurah, Bahá'u'lláh
His journey once foretold
From land to sea to mountain
Holding in His hand true justice
In the darkness shines the light for all to see
To remove the blinding veils changing destiny
One night in a dream
His father held a vision
Suspended in the sea with jet black hair
To each and every strand
The fishes holding tightly
No matter where He moved they followed
His only wish, to heal the wounds and ease the pain to free the world
And He was known in the land of Nur with guiding hand as Father of the poor
Divine Lote-Tree, my heart is searching only You
Ancient Beauty, take my hand in Your warm embrace
Stir my soul
In the land of Tá
Born of noble lineage
Descended from Katurah, Bahá'u'lláh