But turn her mirror that she may not see;
Why should I let her double my distress?
Hearken, O Momin, all thy life is done!
In idol-worship at the Temple thou
Hast spent thy days, and thus thy years have run:
How canst thou call thyself a Muslim now?
MOMIN.
[XXXII.]
I, like a wandering bubble,
Am blown here and there