Whate’er he told to one, to each did he reveal.
He gave to each a volume, writ from end to end;
No two alike; each different, and hard to blend.[112]
Their doctrines various, of every changing hue;
Diverse in sense, as objects’ forms exposed to view.
Their precepts and commands a very maze of guile,
Their sentiments impossible to reconcile.
The Vazīr now delayed another forty days;
Then slew himself,—set free his soul from earth’s affrays.350
The people, hearing of his death, were sorely grieved;