Lovely old book in hideous error drest —
⁠Believe me, I can quote the Koran too,
The unbeliever knows his Koran best.

And do you think that unto such as you,
A maggot-minded, starved, fanatic crew,
⁠God gave the Secret, and denied it me? —
Well, well, what matters it! believe that too.

Old Khayyám, say you, is a debauchee;
If only you were half so good as he!
⁠He sins no sins but gentle drunkenness,
Great-hearted mirth, and kind adultery.

But yours the cold heart, and the murderous tongue,
The wintry soul that hates to hear a song,
⁠The close-shut fist, the mean and measuring eye,
And all the little poisoned ways of wrong.