Know, thy existence grieves them, frets them, makes them smart.
They’re like the amber, then. When chafed, it shows its power.
The mote of thy existence quick they’ll force to cower.
If they conceal that power,—exert it not for thee,
All thy docility will turn to pride. Thou’lt see.250
E’en as the bestial quality, in man aye found,
Unto its human yokemate[298] slave and serf is bound.
This human element, too, in saints’ hands, my friend,
Is pliant, like the bestial; to their wish they’t bend.
By true faith, Ahmed called the world, his docile sons,