Once more we come back to the tale: when, indeed, did we go forth from the tale?
If we come to ignorance, that is His prison, and if we come to knowledge, that is His palace;
And if we come to sleep, we are His intoxicated ones; and if to wakefulness, we are in His hands;
And if we weep, we are a cloud laden with the bounty dispensed by Him; and if we laugh, at that time we are His lightning;
And if (we come) to wrath and war, ’tis the reflexion of His Might; and if to peace and forgiveness, ’tis the reflexion of His Love.
Who are we? In this tangled (complex) world what (thing other than He) indeed hath He (who is single) like alif? Nothing, nothing.
