Malak Taus, Peacock Angel, Chief of the Heften,
Lord of feathers and scales, who, from fragments
Of the Primal Pearl, repaired Creation, we honor thee!
By fire refined, crafted from God’s radiance,
First of the seven Archangels.
We honor thy tearful brilliance!
Undone by your love of the Almighty,
You refused to bow before Adam and were cast down.
Repair this fractured sphere, we beseech you.
Torn from grace for the sake of Love, you fell.
Your tears poured for 7,000 years,
Filled the seven vessels with grief,
And these were poured out
Upon the fires of Hell, to quench them.
Serpent of Wisdom, Angel of Love,
There is no share of wickedness in you.
From white light, you draw out colors.
It is you who confers troubles and blessings.
Agent of Allah in time/ space,
We seek knowledge of the sublime.
Vouchsafe our way, for we are but slaves of dew.
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