As weeds on dunghills, crowd apace; as quickly fade.”[100]
He who would rashly, thoughtlessly, repose thereon,
Begrimed will be, befouled, befooled, and spat upon.
He that gives vent to wind, mere wind, is bound to wash;
His worship else is vain; pollution doth it quash.[101]
The Vazīr’s talk was all: “Be diligent in pray’r.”
His acts proclaimed aloud: “Of duty never care.”135
In surface silver’s white and glittering to the eye;
With friction, hands and purse it soils, though e’er so dry.
A fire is jocund to the view; its flame may please.