بخش 67 - فرستادن اسرافیل را علیه‌السلام به خاک کی حفنه‌ای بر گیر از خاک بهر ترکیب جسم آدم علیه‌السلام

Our God said to Seraphiel, “Go, fill thy hand with that clay and come (back).”

Seraphiel, likewise, came to the Earth: again the Earth began to moan,

Saying, “O Angel of the trumpet (of Resurrection) and O Sea of life, by whose breaths the dead are revived,

Thou blowest one terrible blast from the trumpet, and the place of Judgement becomes full of people (raised) from rotten bones.

Thou blowest on the trumpet and criest, ‘Hark, spring up, O ye slain of Karbalá!

O ye who have perished by the sword of Death, put forth your heads from the earth (grave), like bough and leaf!’

From thy bringing the dead to life this world is filled with thy mercy and with that potent breath of thine.

Thou art the Angel of mercy: show mercy! Thou art the bearer of the Throne and the qibla of (Divine) gifts.”

The Throne is the mine (source) of justice and equity: beneath it are four rivers filled with forgiveness:

A river of milk and a river of honey everlasting; a river of wine and a river of running water.

Then from the Throne they flow into Paradise; some little thing (offshoot) appears in this world too,

Although here those four (rivers) are defiled—by what? By the poison of mortality and indigestion.

From (each of) those four (rivers) a draught has been poured on the dark Earth and a temptation has been offered,

In order that these vile wretches may seek the source thereof; (but) these worthless folk are content with this (draught).

He (God) hath given milk and nourishment for babes: He hath made the breast of every wife a fountain (of milk).

(He hath given) wine to drive away grief and care: He hath made of the grape a fountain to inspire courage.

(He hath given) honey as a remedy for the sick body: He hath made the inward part of the bee a fountain (of honey).

He gave water universally to high and low for cleanliness and for drinking.

(The object is) that you may follow the track from these (derivatives) towards the origins; but you are content with this (offshoot), O trifler.

Now hear the story of the Earth and what she is saying to enchant the disturber (of her peace).

With frowning (unsmiling) looks in the presence of Seraphiel, she is practising a hundred sorts of coquetry and blandishment,

Saying, “By the truth of the holy essence of the Almighty, (I beseech thee), do not regard this violence to me as lawful!

I have a presentiment of this change: suspicious thoughts are running in my head.

Thou art the Angel of mercy: show mercy, for the humá will not harm any (common) bird.

O (thou who art) healing and mercy to the sorrowful, do thou the same as those two benefactors did.”

At once Seraphiel returned to the King: in God's presence he excused himself and told what had passed,

Saying, “Outwardly (formally) Thou gavest (me) the command to take (the clay), (but) Thou didst inspire my conscience to do the opposite of that.

The command to take Thou didst address to my ear, the prohibition against hardheartedness Thou didst address to my understanding.

Mercy, being prior, prevailed over wrath, O Lord whose actions are incomparable and whose dealings are gracious.”