Until our halves material find rest from their games.
But turn we now away to other subjects, high;
For fear events should leave us to regret and sigh.
“When settling-day ‘brings forth the colour of each face,’[380]
Mankind are separated sharply, race from race.25
Within the womb nor Turk, nor Hindū, yet is seen;[381]
So soon as born, all, high and low, know what to ween.
As in the day of judgment all men all will know,
So now to me each man and woman forms a show.
Say: Shall I all declare; or shall I hold my peace?”