I Was Angry With Axāzëël¹ Poem by Mohammad Younus

I Was Angry With Axāzëël¹



I was angry with Azazëël
I was angry with Eve, my mate
I was angry and wept remorsefully
I was repenting over my fate
I was full with wrath abundantly
For what they did to me
Night and morning I sat
On the gate of the paradise lost
I was angry with my foe:
By and by my fury did grow
I complained to my lady poignantly
She outstretched her arms widely
To hold on me to her breast tightly
Consoled and comforted me
Watered in tears immensely
Azazeel disguised as a faqeer
By his deceitful wiles beguiled me
Under the forbidden tree
I am sorry, I repent before God sincerely
At dusk when the night veiled me
I beheld Azāzëël passing by
He stopped and stunned me horrendously
With his cunning scowl voiced me
Why are you blaming me?
Do not weep and frown at me
Pray tell who did seduce me
I came there to test you
Under my God's will
He does what He wills
How could I do my own will
He told me to bow down
To Adam made from clay
I told Him in my Humble way
Sire! Your other does not exist
None is like you, none unlike
You took a covenant from me
Bow and serve not my other
If I bow to him out of fear
Burn me alive in the blazing fire
He locked me out of paradise
For a term fixed unto the last hour
When I meet my just lord
I am certain He will not deny me
To look at His eternal beauty
That I adore purely
I am proud to make this claim
I prostrate to Him and for him alone
Adam! I am keeping my covenant
You keep your covenant too
God took a covenant from you
In your primordial spirit state
He asked: Alastu bi-rabbukum?
You accepted and replied 'Balā'
Now you are worse than a rebel
Then I said to Azazeel: Get away
I am a thorn in your eye I see
You envy God's total love for me
He made the earth ground for me
He created everything for me
For He loves me since eternity
To be his viceroy and play free
Run up to the heavens back
Meet the angels and ask them
Why do you bow to Adam
Why do you not rebel like me
Say: You are light beings,
What makes you bow to Adam?
A being of rotten clay
Giving out pungent smell
Ah Azāzeel you do not know this secret
God blowed into Adam His own spirit
Thus made him from Salsālin Kalfakhār%
O Ignorant! We knew this sirr-e-pinhān
We bowed to Him alone essentially
Angels retorted and shamed tremendously

Mykoul

1. Iblis ~ who declined to bow before Adam.
(And when We told the angels, 'Prostrate yourselves before Adam - they all prostrated themselves, save Iblis, who refused and glorified in his arrogance, and thus he became one of those who deny the truth. Qur'an 2: 34) .

Saturday, November 30, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: mystical
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