A believer piety is as clean as a white garment,
Neither will he wants it stained or torn, if tear,
he cries as if a thousand camels died or
a thousand ships sunk or whole oasis burnt,
or a man's worth in trade lost, or status,
truly his piety is greater than these to his Lord,
For is piety is priceless if he knows in deed,
the purest is a believer's garment as piety,
easily stain if careless or reckless,
and softer than any to tear if he misbehaves.
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