ʻazāzīl: Persian 1398

I looked at the torn clothes of Jesus on the cross and then I looked at the magnificent robes that the bishop was wearing. Christ's clothes were rotten, worn, threadbare, and had signs of tearing in places, and the thread was breaking from the fabric, and there was a hole in the neck of the chest, while the noble robe of the bishop covered all the parts of his body well and sat well on him. Only the bishop's face could be seen through all the clothes! Christ's hands are open-clawed and empty of worldly possessions, but the bishop had a well-made and shiny scepter in his clenched claws, I said to myself that it must be made of pure gold. Christ had a crown of sharp, burning, and merciless thorns on his body, a crown made by the hands of wickedness, sitting on a head full of pain and a soul full of pain, while the ceiling had a golden and shiny crown on his head... It seemed to me that with hands Open and full of contentment and submission, he accepted his sacrifice on the selfless cross, while the hands of the bishop were such that you can imagine that he intends to hold the expanse of heaven and earth in his tight grip with as much strength as possible. Make it your absolute property forever.