Our true return’s from severance to union’s dome.
That servant once again appealed and begged: “‘Alī!
Put me to death, that sin so heinous I may flee!220
My life’s at thy behest; forthwith pour out my blood!
So shall my soul escape the burden of crime’s brood.”
Then ‘Alī answered: “Should each sun-mote take a knife,
Or sword draw, with design to sacrifice thy life,
One single hair’s-breadth could they not, yet, take effect,
Since Providence decrees ’tis thou must work that act.
But sorrow not! Thy intercessor I will be!