How Mu‘áwiya complained of Iblís to the most high God and besought His aid.

O God, this talk of his is like smoke: take my hand (and help me), or else my raiment is blackened.

I cannot prevail in argument with Iblís, for he leads every one, noble and base (alike), into temptation.

Adam, who is the lord of He taught (him) the Names, is powerless before the lightning-like onset of this cur.

He cast him from Paradise upon the face of the earth: he (Adam) fell from Simák into his net, like a fish,

Crying in lamentation, ‘Verily, we have wronged (ourselves).’ There is no bound to his (Satan's) guile and imposture.

In his every saying there is mischief: myriads of enchantments are concealed in his mind.

He unmans* men in a moment: he kindles vain desire in man and woman.

O Iblís, you that consume the people and seek to tempt them (to their ruin), on what ground did you awaken me*? Tell the truth!”