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Fate(Satan and God) |
Satan
Oh God, Creator! I did not hate your Adam,
That captive of Far-and-Near and Swift-and-Slow;
And what presumption could refuse to You
Obedience? If I would not kneel to him, The cause was Your own fore-ordaining will. |
God
When did that mystery dawn on you? Before, Or after your sedition? |
Satan
After, oh brightness Whence all the glory of all being flows. |
God
(to His angels)
See what a groveling nature taught him this
Fine theorem! His not kneeling, he pretends,
Belonged to My fore-ordinance; gives his freedom
Necessity’s base title;—wretch! His own consuming fire he calls a wreath of smoke. (Adopted from Muhyiddin Ibn 'Arabi) |
Translated by: Syed Akbar Ali Shah |
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