A coat of silver put, the sovereign’s name then trace,
In word, God’s unity confessed, and holy law,
Their hearts are like the poison-grain in sweet kickshaw.
Not Venus will convince a sophist in debate;
But true religion speaks, confutes his postulate.255
His body’s like a stock, his spirit’s but a stone.
Howe’er he contradict, them God directs alone.
In words, mayhap, he may detect a hitch or two;
But his own soul and body witness God is true.
Some stones were held in hand by Abū-Jahl one day.[279]