To exalt Him we feel praise first,
To Him is the regard out-beautifying belongings;
For Him is transported our stones and idols
To the Hell-Fire, when souls disintegrate.
By the wands of cleverness our minds flow,
Praying with words to beautify the ground that we walk;
With these words mentioned is a gift of help and guidance.
We are swords and helmets on the battlefield,
Our questions are not answered, yet we must return
To Him.
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