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I wheedle, too, even like my slave Zeidun, Who robs at dawn his brother, and at noon
 * Prostrates himself in prayer—ah, let us pray

That Night might blot us and our sins, and soon.

But in the fatal coils, without intent. We sin; wherefore a future punishment?
 * They say the metal dead a deadly steel

Becomes with Allah's knowledge and consent.