The fledged preacher exclaimed it out
His outcry and uproar waked everyone:
People are from three divisions
Divine scientists,
Learners in the path of salvation
And those who resemble flies
Taken away in the direction of wind
And forever like wanderers
Roaming in vain
While seeking and following every sound and move by the blowing of every wind
They have not endowed with reffulgence of wisdom
And not taken shelter of serenity in steadfast asylums
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