(411)

Generally a face has attraction having some appeal

The impression speak, one to all the feature reveal

And when that divine formless flash is glorious

The whole form and formation become mysterious.

                               (412)

By thousand of others sighted

Seen, seemed and well-lighted

Remains hidden to his self and sight

Out of his own vision, thought bright. 

                               (413)          

To mix and add water

In milk, to boil thinner

Is detested as impure substance

And quite  a foul and odious practice.

                             (414)

When around a source of light at night 

A moth flies madly over flame of light 

It finally  dies off, dancing on death

The life those condolling always seem in hearth.

                             (415)

In burning fire, preparing a tragedy

The process of burning a dead body

Is full of pain, ache and swell

As if passing it through the fires of Hell.

                            (416)

Satan tries to be near

Like a companion, very dear

As a foe in disguise of friend

Likes to share in every end.

                            (417)

The impact and impression of the sins 

Influences heart and mind, out and ins

And like a permanent ink, it traces

Prominent marks on the feature of faces.

                            (418)

The divine dance has the circumference 

Like the direction of holy pilgrimage

While the ballet of Satan and evil

Will be opposite as a wicked thrill.                                                  

                                                         (419)

Without divine fall and loss

And the spiritual decay and depreciation

It is not possible to gain and gross

The worldly profit and material mass.

                             (420)

The seeker of truth and light

Has to bear the penalty tight 

For all the words in worship uttered

Without the sincerity and purity offered.