Being present there, my impetuous tongue, to silence I could not resign; when an order from God of admission on high, came the way of that reverend divine.

I humbly addressed the Almighty: O Lord, excuse this presumption of mine: But he’ll never relish the virgins of heaven, the garden’s green borders, the wine!

For paradise isn’t place for a preacher, to meddle and meddle and mangle: And he, pious man – second nature to him is the need to dispute and to jangle his business has been to set folk by the ears.

And get nations and sects in a tangle: Up there in the sky is no Mosque and no Church and no Temple – with whom will he wrangle?