O Akka, Most Great Prison city
I long to count your salty waves
To walk along your once filthy streets
Is the longing of my life’s days
O to climb the steps and walk the pathways
In the foot steps of my Beloveds paces
See the sky light that claimed the life of Mihdi
Go to the market where the Master gave to all races
His coats and shirts from of His blessed back daily
Sit again in the room where The Book of Laws revealed
Standards and truths for our new day’s world spiritually
Anticipation Lua felt approaching by sea she was healed
The Exemplar let her come after O so long and finally
Cabled her the words she so longed to hear
May I approach you again? Am I ready, tell me?
Yes, yes, I have nothing to fear.