Gabriel And Iblis
Old friend, how goes the world of colour and smell?
Burning and suffering, scars and pain, seeking and longing!
They are all talking about you in the celestial spheres.
Could your ripped garment still be mended?
Ah, Gabriel, you do not know this secret:
When my wine‑jug broke it turned my head.
I can never walk this place again!
How quiet this region is! There are no houses, no streets!
One whose despair warms the heart of the universe
What suits him best, ‘Give up hope’ or Don’t give up hope!
You gave up exalted positions when you said “No.”
The angels lost face with God—what a disgrace that was!
With my boldness I make this handful of dust rise up.
My mischief weaves the garment that reason wears.”
From the shore you watch the clash of good and evil.
Which of us suffers the buffets of the storms—you or I?
Both Khizr and Ilyas feel helpless:
The storms I have stirred up rage in oceans, rivers, and streams.
If you are ever alone with God, ask Him:
Whose blood coloured the story of Adam?
I rankle in God’s heart like a thorn. But what about you?
All you do is chant ‘He is God’ over and over!
Translated by: Mustansir Mir