Let’s hear what tell tradition’s most veracious tones.
We’ll find related there how various rocks and trees,
Both understood and spoke, as human being sees.
A post in his own house, at Mustafà’s retreat,
Sent forth a sob of grief, like heart in sorrow’s heat,215
As he his sermon preached, surrounded by his flock,
So that the moan was heard by old and young; no mock.
Disciples one and all were petrified, perplexed,
And marvelled what might make its wooden heart so vexed.
The Prophet put the question: “What may be thy need?”