I was an angel, and lofty paradise was my place; Adam brought me to this ruined monastery.
من ملک بودم و فردوس برین جایم بود
آدم آورد در این دیر خراب آبادمMen melek büdem u firdevs-i berîn câyem bûd
Âdem âverd der în deyr-i harâb-âbâdem
Hafez, Divan, ghazal 317, couplet 3 (Qazvini-Ghani).
Hafez fits the whole adventure of the human being into two lines.
I was an angel, my place was paradise.
Adam brought me to this ruined monastery.
The world is a monastery:
ruined, yet a place of worship.
Exile is bitter.
But the human being is human
because, in this ruin,
he can still remember his old homeland.