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THE SPHERE OF SATURN
The vile spirits which have
betrayed the nation and
have been rejected by Hell
| The Sage of Rum, leader of the righteous, | |
| familiar with all the stages of the righteous, | |
| spoke: ‘Hard-toiling traveller of the heavens, | |
| do you see yonder world that wears a girdle? | |
| That which it has twisted around its waist | 2545 |
| it stole from the tail of a star. | |
| So heavy of pace it is, its motion seems stationary; | |
| under its rule, every good is turned to evil and base. | |
| Though its form is fashioned of water and clay | |
| it is difficult to set foot on its soil. | 2550 |
| A myriad angels, thunder in hand, | |
| dispensing God’s wrath since the Day of Alast, | |
| continually castigate the planet | |
| and dislodge it from its pivot. | |
| A world rejected and repelled by heaven, | 2555 |
| its morn is as evening, the sun is so grudging. | |
| It is the lodging-place of spirits that shall know no resurrection, | |
| which Hell itself shrank from burning: | |
| therein live two ancient demons | |
| who slew a people’s soul to save their skins, | 2560 |
| Jaafar of Bengal and Sadiq of Deccan, | |
| shame to mankind, religion and fatherland, | |
| unaccepted, despairing, undesired, | |
| a nation ruined by their handiwork. | |
| A nation, which had loosed the bonds of every nation, | 2565 |
| thus lost its high sovereignty and its faith. | |
| Do you not know that the land of India, | |
| dear to the heart of every sensitive soul, | |
| a land whose every manifestation lit up the world, | |
| now grovels amid dust and blood? | 2570 |
| Who sowed in its soil the seed of slavery? | |
| All this is the handiwork of those evil spirits. | |
| Pause a moment in the azure expanse | |
| that you may see the retribution for their deeds. |
