(Satan And God)
Oh God, Creator! I did not hate your Adam,
That captive of Far‐and‐Near and Swift‐and‐Slow;
Haan, Magar Teri Mashiyat Mein Natha Mera Sujood
And what presumption could refuse to You Obedience?
If I would not kneel to him, the cause was Your own fore‐ordaining will.
When did that mystery dawn on you? Before, or after your sedition?
After, oh brightness whence all the glory of all being flows.
(Farishton Ki Taraf Deh Kar)
God (To His Angels)
Kehta Hai, ‘Teri Mashiyat Mein Na Tha Mera Sujood’
See what a groveling nature taught him this
Fine theorem! His not kneeling, he pretends,
Zalim Apne Shaula-e-Sozan Ko Khud Kehta Hai Dood
Belonged to My fore‐ordinance; gives his freedom necessity’s base title;
—wretch! his own consuming fire he calls a wreath of smoke.
(Makhooz Az Mohiyyudin Ibn-e-Arabi R.A.)