Where roses all their beauties spread,
Though nourished with the drops alone
Of waves that spring from Allah’s throne,
Is still a poisonous reptile found,
And with its venom taints the ground.
“This truth our holy prophet sung—
All things return from whence they sprung.
Pass near the merchant’s fragrant wares,
Thy robe the scent of amber bears;
Go where the smith his trade pursues,