Though man fell asleep and forgot his previous states, Yet God will not leave him in this self-forgetfulness; And then he will laugh at his own former state Saying, " What mattered my experiences when asleep? When I had forgotten my prosperous condition, And knew not that the grief and ills I experienced Were the effect of sleep and illusion and fancy? In like manner this world, which is only a dream. Seems to the sleeper as a thing enduring for ever But when the morn of the last day shall dawn, The sleeper will escape from the cloud of illusion; Laughter will overpower him at his own fancied grieves When he beholds his abiding home and place. Whatever you see in this sleep, both good and evil, Will all be exposed to view on the resurrection day. Whatever you have done during your sleep in the world Will be displayed to you clearly when you awake. Imagine not that these ill deeds of yours exist not In this sleep of yours, and will not be revealed to you. But your present laughter will turn to weeping and woe On the day of revealing, O you who oppress captives! Your present wailing and sorrow and grieves, On the other hand, will be joy when you awake, O you, who have rent the garments of many Josephs, You will rise from your heavy sleep as a wolf. Your bad qualities will rise in the shape of wolves And rend you limb from limb in vengeance. By the law of retaliation blood sleeps not after death; Say not, "I shall die and obtain pardon." The retaliation of this world is illusive, It is mere sport compared to the retaliation to come. Therefore God calls the world "a pastime and a sport, For punishment in this world is sport compared to that Here punishment is as the repression of quarrels, There it is as castration or circumcision. But this discourse is endless, O Moses, Go and leave these asses to their grazing! Let them fatten themselves with the food they love, For they are very wolves and objects of my wrath. Zu'l Qarnain at Mount Qaf. Zu'l Qarnain journeyed to Mount Qaf; He saw it was formed of a bright emerald, Forming as it were a ring round the world, Whereat all people are filled with wonder. He said, "Thou mighty hill, what are other hills? Before thee they are mere playthings." The Mount replied, "Those hills are my veins, But they are not like me in beauty and importance. A hidden vein from me runs to every city, The quarters of the world are bound to my veins. When God desires an earthquake under any city, He bids me shake one of my veins. Then in anger I shake that vein Which is connected with that particular city. When He says, 'Enough,' my vein remains still, I remain still, and then haste to perform my work. Now still like a plaster, and now operating; Now still like thought, and then speaking my thought. But they who are void of reason imagine That these earthquakes proceed from earth's vapors." Just so an ant who saw a pen writing on paper, Delivered himself to another ant in this way 'That pen is making very wonderful figures, Like hyacinths and lilies and roses.' The other said, 'The finger is the real worker, The pen is only the instrument of its working.' A third ant said, ' No; the action proceeds from the arm, The weak finger writes with the arm's might.'
Though man fell asleep and forgot his previous states, Yet God will not leave him in this self-forgetfulness; And then he will laugh at his own former state Saying, " What mattered my experiences when asleep? When I had forgotten my prosperous condition, And knew not that the grief and ills I experienced Were the effect of sleep and illusion and fancy? In like manner this world, which is only a dream. Seems to the sleeper as a thing enduring for ever But when the morn of the last day shall dawn, The sleeper will escape from the cloud of illusion; Laughter will overpower him at his own fancied grieves When he beholds his abiding home and place. Whatever you see in this sleep, both good and evil, Will all be exposed to view on the resurrection day. Whatever you have done during your sleep in the world Will be displayed to you clearly when you awake. Imagine not that these ill deeds of yours exist not In this sleep of yours, and will not be revealed to you. But your present laughter will turn to weeping and woe On the day of revealing, O you who oppress captives! Your present wailing and sorrow and grieves, On the other hand, will be joy when you awake, O you, who have rent the garments of many Josephs, You will rise from your heavy sleep as a wolf. Your bad qualities will rise in the shape of wolves And rend you limb from limb in vengeance. By the law of retaliation blood sleeps not after death; Say not, "I shall die and obtain pardon." The retaliation of this world is illusive, It is mere sport compared to the retaliation to come. Therefore God calls the world "a pastime and a sport, For punishment in this world is sport compared to that Here punishment is as the repression of quarrels, There it is as castration or circumcision. But this discourse is endless, O Moses, Go and leave these asses to their grazing! Let them fatten themselves with the food they love, For they are very wolves and objects of my wrath. Zu'l Qarnain at Mount Qaf. Zu'l Qarnain journeyed to Mount Qaf; He saw it was formed of a bright emerald, Forming as it were a ring round the world, Whereat all people are filled with wonder. He said, "Thou mighty hill, what are other hills? Before thee they are mere playthings." The Mount replied, "Those hills are my veins, But they are not like me in beauty and importance. A hidden vein from me runs to every city, The quarters of the world are bound to my veins. When God desires an earthquake under any city, He bids me shake one of my veins. Then in anger I shake that vein Which is connected with that particular city. When He says, 'Enough,' my vein remains still, I remain still, and then haste to perform my work. Now still like a plaster, and now operating; Now still like thought, and then speaking my thought. But they who are void of reason imagine That these earthquakes proceed from earth's vapors." Just so an ant who saw a pen writing on paper, Delivered himself to another ant in this way 'That pen is making very wonderful figures, Like hyacinths and lilies and roses.' The other said, 'The finger is the real worker, The pen is only the instrument of its working.' A third ant said, ' No; the action proceeds from the arm, The weak finger writes with the arm's might.'