Its odour we should trace to where religion blows.
To scent religion’s fragrance, not returning thanks,
Ingratitude is. Nose to lose merit such pranks.
Be grateful, thou; and venerate all grateful men;
Abase thyself; a champion be of theirs. Amen.
Be not a cut-throat, like that Vazīr, of men’s faith;
Seek not to turn believing souls from what God saith.125
That Vazīr seemed a pastor of the truth, in sham;
As one who bitter aloes mixed in sweet plum jam.
Some men of sense discernment used, his ways to scan,