THE SPHERE OF SATURN
The vile spirits which have
betrayed the nation and
have been rejected by Hell
The Sage of Rum, leader of the righteous, | |
familiar with all the stages of the righteous, | |
spoke: Hard-toiling traveller of the heavens, | |
do you see yonder world that wears a girdle? | |
That which it has twisted around its waist | 2545 |
it stole from the tail of a star. | |
So heavy of pace it is, its motion seems stationary; | |
under its rule, every good is turned to evil and base. | |
Though its form is fashioned of water and clay | |
it is difficult to set foot on its soil. | 2550 |
A myriad angels, thunder in hand, | |
dispensing Gods wrath since the Day of Alast, | |
continually castigate the planet | |
and dislodge it from its pivot. | |
A world rejected and repelled by heaven, | 2555 |
its morn is as evening, the sun is so grudging. | |
It is the lodging-place of spirits that shall know no resurrection, | |
which Hell itself shrank from burning: | |
therein live two ancient demons | |
who slew a peoples soul to save their skins, | 2560 |
Jaafar of Bengal and Sadiq of Deccan, | |
shame to mankind, religion and fatherland, | |
unaccepted, despairing, undesired, | |
a nation ruined by their handiwork. | |
A nation, which had loosed the bonds of every nation, | 2565 |
thus lost its high sovereignty and its faith. | |
Do you not know that the land of India, | |
dear to the heart of every sensitive soul, | |
a land whose every manifestation lit up the world, | |
now grovels amid dust and blood? | 2570 |
Who sowed in its soil the seed of slavery? | |
All this is the handiwork of those evil spirits. | |
Pause a moment in the azure expanse | |
that you may see the retribution for their deeds. |