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The Wayfarer came before the accursed Satan, Said, "O rejected one of the Merciful and Compassionate, O you who in the beginning were the model of the called ones, And who in the end are the leader of the driven-away ones! O you who by a single disrespect became infatuated, And who by a single abandonment of manners became accursed! For seven hundred times a thousand years you Gathered the secret of your state and speech. Your speech became chains, your state became impossible, You became deformed until neither feather nor wing remained for you. If you were the bell-shaker of fortune, Like a bell now you are entirely useless. There is no one more afflicted than you; Sit constantly with dry lips and wet eyes! You were a master in the Garden of Eden, Your affair fell to the bottom of Hell. Having been such, how did you become thus? Yesterday an angel, today you came to be accursed. The fire of your disbelief fell upon religion, To whom in all the world has this befallen? Since you boldly consider yourself an angel, Your devilishness became apparent, not late. O angel, you became a demon to people, Among fairies you came as a mate like a scorpion. Even if they place much separation upon others, They also place the demon's hat upon your head. You have both the believer's heart in your mouth, And you are flowing with the heart's blood in the veins. You have a place both from the fish to the moon, And you have a path from the east to the west. Since you have encompassed a world before you, Make me aware of your own affair. If you have a stolen path to the treasure, Explain it so that I may come out of suffering." At this speech, Iblis fell into blood (suffering), His fire fell out from his chest. He said, "First, for a hundred thousand years I Have drunk this brimming cup of mine. Until at the end I turned the cup upside down, The dregs of curse came out from its bottom. In the two worlds, from head to foot, there is not Any place that I have not made a place of prostration. So much did I curse Iblis, I offered thanks for the blessing for myself. How did I know that I was doing this evil, Cursing myself from day to night? Suddenly the flood of affliction arrived, Then a night-raid of curse arrived. My hundred thousand years of deeds that existed, My feathers and wings in Azazil-hood that existed, The flood of curse drove all of it before it, Until it made me both deformed and selfless. Inevitably I became accursed and disobedient; If I was an angel, I became Satan. He who first made the Houri a bedfellow, At this time made him a demon in the bathhouse. From head to foot I have become the essence of regret, In all horizons I have become a warning example. If you take a warning from me, it is proper, And if you also come to some use, it is an error. Why did you leave a hundred worlds of mercy, And take up the path of curse unknowingly? In truth, I hold a 'keep away' from the curse; You do not have the endurance for the curse, keep away!" The Wayfarer came before the elder of leaders, Told a tale with a hundred warnings in it. The elder said to him, "Iblis is despondent, A world of envy and ego from head to foot. Because they said to him, 'O you fallen far, How did you become patient in the extreme of distance?' He said, 'I stand far off, a sword in hand; I drive back from that door everyone who is there. So that no one may hover around that door; In all the world, this work is enough for me. I stand far, two eyes like clouds, Because that face comes to me with regret. I stand far, for I cannot endure that anyone Should see His face except me for a single breath. I stand far, because in His path I Am not worthy of His court. I stand far, having neither foot nor head from Him, Since I would burn, it is more proper to be far from Him. I stand far, dark of state from separation, Because I do not have the endurance for the proximity of that union. Even though I am the driven-away of His court, I will not turn my head a particle from His path. Since I set foot in the Friend's alley, I have not looked in any direction except the Friend's direction. Since I became breathing together with the secret of meaning, I will never look a hair's breadth at anyone.'"