The Devil was weeping sitting
Like a man by a big building.
A saint said to him smilingly,
''Why are you weeping bitterly? ''
The Devil, wiping his eyes, said,
''See this building which is ahead.
The owner once had sought my aid
To have it beautifully made.
He earned a lot of black money
By the advice given by me.
But now he has engraved on it
Some words in the Arabic script,
Say 'Haaza Min Fazli Rabbi; '
So I am weeping bitterly.'
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