Sin

I sing of Equality - Sinners of all grades are all my sisters and brothers. In this valley of sin, who is there among men and women that hath not committed a sin? I am but an abominable person; - the pilot of sinners sunk in the quagmire of sin. Heaven itself is tottering under the weight of the sin of 330 million gods. The demons enter Heaven through the sinful path of the gods, from Adam down to this Nazrul all haven, more or less, butchered virtue with the knife of sin. The world is a domain of sin - Half of it is God, the other half is satan! Listen, a fanatics! Before counting another's sins, count thy own! Out of the quagmire of sin growth virtue like a lotus; in every flower there's sin. This beautiful world is full of mere deceit and curse. Unable to get rid of them sage after Sage pledged their heart and soul to.virtue, and their body to vice. Friend, I have said no untruth, Begin with Brahma, Bishnu, Siva and come downward gradually- Leave aside Men, be they devotees, saints, Sages or hermits - Their souls are self-denying ascetics, their bodies are self-indulgent hedonists! This world is a caravanserai of vice, Here on the back of Religion's Ass the bag of virtue is empty Here all are equally sinful. By the measure of our sin we measure another's sin. If thou dost really run a godly race, why such ample ceremony of outward show? Putting on a cap and keeping a tuft of hair on head thou dost seem to proclaim that thou art not a sinner If not a sinner, why such extravagant parade of trade Mark'? The culprit has concealed himself in the official costume of a Police officer! Friend, let me tell thee a funny story, Once Angels sinless assembled at a certain meeting of Heaven were finding fault with the dispensation of God as follows: 'Day and Night and Night and Day, we Worship Him and attend his pleasure, Yet He does not seem well-pleased - all His boundless love and mercy flows for mankind who are made of clay and earth and are sunk in sin! All-knowing God knew it and addressed them smiling -'Children of humble dust they are with very frail minds, In every flower on earth there's pain in the eyes, on the lips, there's curse, in the sandal wood there's a burning desire, in the moon a thirst for kisses! There in the eyes of a maiden is collyrium, On the waist a silver chain, on the margin of the feet a red juice of a particular tree, on the lips a red hue of chewed betel, cupid himself is a captive of these charms! A beautiful Satan with vigilant eyes guards the door, in every breast there's a quiver of flowers, and everywhere the eyes send arrows of flowers! ' Angels all said, ' lord, Let us see the Earth and see how flowers blossom there at whose head lies decrepitude and death.' Said God, - ' Let two among you decidedly superior to the rest go to the earth and know the awful nature of its temptation.' Haroot and Maroot - the glory of the Angels as the Sun and the Moon in the sky -came down into human habitation, and became partners of the dust-be-decked Earth! Here some spell nestles round every human shape and everywhere is spread a snare, in the water of the Lotus-Lake, one moon of the sky has become seven hundred Moons! Sound, Smell, colour have Set up a magic noose; here on every bank laughter overflows the pitchers of water, and in fields and meadows are heard the sweetest saddest songs Soon was softened the heart of the Angecls of fire with the juice of Earth, the amorous looks of carp-like eyes leave their mark on the bosom Waving her Ghaghri with a small pitcher of water on her waist goes the artful, amorous Zohora - The Ambassadors of Heaven were captivated by that beauty., and surrendered themselves at her rosy feet. drowned in the nectar of her lips like Anar-juice The earthen pot of water was intoxicated with the blood-red juice of grapes. Away, away was swept the four walls of self-restraint, the citadel was bathered, to their heart's content They drank the wine of Earth with their flowery lips. In Heaven God addressed all the Angels smilingly as follows: 'See what has been done to Haroot and Maroot by the wily Earth! A damsel has a fatal gift of smell there, one speechless message of her eyes, friends, is enough to set at naught the merits of the great penance of a million ages! Nymph Earth is possessed of eternal Youth, Her Lord is Cupid - not Siva! [Translation: Sajed Kamal]