So it groped through the gaps of darkness for its path

like the gait of one bleeding, pursued by enemies.

It stumbles, then Hope carries it; and how often

has Hope carried the souls that have fallen.

Bewildered, shaken by terrifying doubts

exhausted, besieged by harm and afflictionThirsty, while the radiant Truth is the watering-place

upon which black disappointment has crouched.

The tyrants of sin seized it by its collars

and evils flocked toward its sanctuaries.

Whenever it nears the land of safety, it is driven away

by the transformation of every beauty into an erasing void.

It leaned upon the most straying of delusions, thinking it

religion, while true Religion is innocent of it.

Yet it continues to repel its adversaries with resolve

for the soul still possesses strength and sharpness.

Then, like the glimpse of the blind, there flickers before it

a shimmer from the Family of Eid—may I be their ransom.

So it clung to their ropes and attached itself