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LXVII

I. 9. nâ jâne sâhab kaisâ hai

I do not know what manner of God is mine.

The Mullah cries aloud to Him: and why? Is your Lord deaf? The

subtle anklets that ring on the feet of an insect when it moves

are heard of Him.

Tell your beads, paint your forehead with the mark of your God,

and wear matted locks long and showy: but a deadly weapon is in

your heart, and how shall you have God?