How many lives I live!
To son-daughters I give
Love, affection, kindness,
Teaching, shelter, fine dress.
To my bad harmful foes
Only my hatred goes,
Nothing good I give them;
Isn’t a matter of shame?
To my friends I am kind,
My cruelty others find.
In the mosque I like loss,
In office a cruel boss.
For this life that I live
Will dear God Heaven give?
