The Story Of Adam
|What a story I have to tell, to anyone who will listen,|
Of how I travelled in foreign lands!
|I forgot the story of the First Covenant. In the garden of heaven,|
When I drank the fiery cup of awareness I felt uneasy.
|I have always searched for the truth about the world,|
Showing the celestial heights of my thought.
|Such was my fickle temperament|
That in no place under the sky could I settle for good.
|At times 1 cleared the Ka'ba of stone idols,|
But at times put statues in the same sanctuary;
|At times, to savour talk, 1 went to Mount Sinai|
And hid the eternal light in the folds of my sleeve;
|By my own people I was hung on the cross;|
I travelled to the skies, leaving earth behind.
|For years I hid in the Cave of Hira,|
I served the world its last cup of wine;
|Arriving in India, I sang the Divine Song;|
I took a fancy to the land of Greece;
|When India did not heed my call,|
I went to live in China and Japan;
|I saw the world composed of atoms,|
Contrary to what the men of faith taught.
|By stirring up the conflict between reason and faith,|
I soaked in blood hundreds of lands.
|When I failed to probe the reality of the stars,|
I spent nights on end wrapped in thought.
|The sword of the Church could not frighten me;|
I taught the proposition of the revolving earth.
|I donned the lens of far‑seeing reason,|
and told the world the secret of gravity.
|I captured rays and the restless lightning,|
Making this earth the envy of paradise.
|But although my reason held the world captive to my ring,|
Yet I remained ignorant of the secret of existence.
|When at last my eyes, worshippers of appearance, were opened,|
I found it already lodged in the mansion of my heart!
Translated by: Mustansir Mir