One day walked Zunnoon the Mystic down the forest by the river,
When he saw a scorpion run to the stream with a quiver.
And by the riverside, a solitary tortoise awaited,
The mystic stood watching, amazed, animated.
The tortoise swam across with the scorpion on its back;
The mystic too followed, keenly on their track.
At the other end, a man slept intoxicated.
With its black fangs spread, a snake beside him waited.
The reptile looked intently, wanting to bite,
The scorpion alighted and ran straight for a fight.
And before slithering death could touch the drunk sleeper,
The sting of the scorpion wasted the venomous creeper.
Not a word it said of their deed to the man
But quietly both returned, as quickly as one can.
The man slept oblivious in his own dirty swoon,
And all this saw startled the mystic Zunnoon.
For a moment stood dazed the mystic in awe,
And then in the episode His mercy he saw.
To Him is all praise who is the creator of worlds all,
Who keeps and up-keeps all things big and small.
As mercy for the worlds, His Love He sent,
He forgives you the instant you cry and repent.
And though we forget, and though we turn away,
Above His Justice His Mercy shall sway.