Thou’lt see, my son, are both from God. Look well, forsooth.120
Were not the wind aware of God’s almighty power,
How had it ever blown the blast of ‘Ād’s[132] last hour?
Around his Muslims Hūd a saving circle drew.
The wind within that mystic circuit softly blew.
While all that were beyond were dashed to pieces soon.
Like chaff before the breeze, their limbs around were strewn.
Shaybān the shepherd, too, a circle round his fold
Was used to draw; whate’er the season, hot or cold;
On Fridays, when, at midday’s sacred hour of praise,