Ho, poor Lah's piety,
So gets him everything for free!
Wisdom in the mire of adversity.
Virtue claws him by the forelock.
Vice is in strife with his austerity.
He's being given honor in alms.
And a thief taught him integrity.
Gone is his faith in highland farms,
And tale of toil is a void to plough.
Oh, wherefore it were to be so!
Ho, the heights of discontent,
He will get a sylph in charity.
Whence remnant of rag is rent,
Lo, the show!
Ho, the condescendence.
Lo, my show my friends.

Saif U'Lah - 13 September, 2008