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Someone should hear the tale of my emigration.* I ignored the story of the primeval covenant**

I did not feel attachment to the garden of Paradise, when I drank the fiery cup of Intellection.*

I remained in pursuit of the Truth of the universe. I exhibited the excellence of elegant thoughts.

I got such a change-loving temperament that I did not settle anywhere under the sky.*

Sometimes I removed the stone idols from the Ka'bah. Sometimes I established the idols in the Haram.

Sometimes I arrived at Toor in my desire to speak and I concealed the Eternal Light up my sleeve.

Sometimes I was nailed to the cross by my own clan. I rose to the Celestial world leaving the earth.

Sometimes I remained hidden in Cave of Hira for years. Sometimes I gave the world the last cup of Divine wine.*

Coming to India I played the Divine Orchestra.* Sometimes I chose the land of Greece.

When the people of India paid no heed to my call, I populated the countries of China and Japan.*

Sometimes I created the universe by combining elements; I did this against the meanings of priests' preaching.*

I stained hundreds of lands with blood when I started the war between Intellect and religion.*

When I could not understand the reality of stars, I passed sleepless nights in this contemplation.

The swords of the Church could not frighten me when I taught the theory of earth's revolution.*

I demonstrated the gravity's secret to the world using the far-sighted Intellect's mirror.

I arrested radiations and the restless electricity. I made the earth the source of envy to Paradise.

Ah! But I could not reach the Existence' secrets, though I made the world beautiful with my Intellect.

When my materialistic eye opened I found Him lodged in my own heart.