Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By Edwin ArnoldMaking of Man
A
Still lauding Him who hath compounded us:
When the Lord would fashion men,
Spake He in the Angels’ hearing,
“Lo! Our will is there shall be
On the earth a creature bearing
Rule and royalty. Today
We will shape a man from clay.”
Man who must forget his Maker,
Working evil, shedding blood,
Of Thy precepts the forsaker?
But Thou knowest all, and we
Celebrate Thy majesty.”
What ye know not of this making;
Gabriel! Michael! Israfel!
Go down to the earth, and taking
Seven clods of colors seven,
Bring them unto Me in Heaven.
Then those holy Angels three,
Spread their pinions and descended;
Seeking clods of diverse clay,
That all colors might be blended;
Yellow, tawny, dun, black, brown,
White and red as men are known.
But the earth spake sore afraid,
“Angels! of my substance take not,
Give me back my dust and pray
That the dread Creator make not
Man, for he will sin and bring
Wrath on me and suffering.”
Therefore, empty-handed came
Gabriel, Michael, Israfel,
Saying, “Lord! Thy earth imploreth
Man may never on her dwell;
He will sin and anger Thee,
Give me back my clay!” cried she.
Spake the Lord to Azrael,
“Go thou, who of wing art surest,
Tell my earth this shall be well;
Bring those clods, which thou procurest
From her bosom, unto Me;
Shape them as I order thee.”
Thus ’tis written how the Lord
Fashioned Adam for His glory,
Whom the Angels worshipped,
All save Iblis; and this story
Teacheth wherefore Azrael saith
“Come thou!” at man’s hour of death.