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أَعُبَّادَ المَسِيحِ لَنَا سُؤَالٌ
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Oh worshippers of Christ, we have a question,
We want its answer from the one who knows it.
When God died by the actions of a people,
They caused him to die, then what is this God?
And did it please him what they did to him,
Then glad tidings to them, for they gained his pleasure.
And if he was angered by what they did to him,
Then their power must have weakened his power.
And did the existence remain without a god,
All-hearing, who answers the one who call upon him?
And was the seven heavens empty when
He was dead beneath the earth, and it [earth] certainly rose above him?
And were the worlds empty of a god,
To manage them, while his hands were nailed?
And how did the angels abandon him,
With their help, and they certainly heard his cries?
And how were the planks of wood able to bear
The true God, bound with his back to it?
And how did the iron come near him,
To pierce him, and cause him harm
And how were the hands of his enemies able to,
And they were raised to slap his back?
And did Christ come back to life,
Or the life-giver has another Lord beside him?
And what a wonder to a grave that contained a Lord,
And more wondrous than that is a womb that encompassed him.
He stayed there nine months,
In the darkness, nourished by menstrual blood.
And he emerged from the birth canal as a small infant,
Weak, opening his mouth for the breast.
He eats, then drinks, then comes
To what follows—is this a god?
To what follows—is this a god?
They will all be questioned about what they fabricated.
Oh worshippers of the cross, for what reason
Is it exalted, and the one who throws it, reviled?
And does the intellect not demand breaking it,
And burning it, and the one who innovated it?
If the god rode upon it forcefully,
While his hands were fastened to it to be nailed?
Then that mount is truly accursed,
So trample it, do not kiss it when you see it.
The Lord of all creation was humiliated upon it,
And you worship it, then you are from his enemies.
And if you exalt it because
It contained the Lord of the servants, as he was placed upon it,
And the cross is indeed lost, then if we see,
Its shape, we recall its brightness,
Then why do you not bow to all graves,
Since a grave enclosed your Lord in its depths?
Oh servant of Christ, awaken, for this is
Its beginning, and this is its end.