|My talk makes Shaykh and Mullah show wrath undue,|
Though disciples can put up with what is true.
That race is soon deprived of glorious deeds,
For talk on Being and Attributes hatred breeds.
This cosmos old is wrought in such a cast
That tavern, saki and flask don't for e'er last.
That nation has the right to luck in life
Whose youth for honey take worldly blows and strife.