BEWITCHED BY THE WEST
Your being whole from head to foot reflects the West,
Her masons in you have shown their art at best.
Devoid of Self, your frame from clay and water made,
Is like a spangled sheath that has no steel or blade.
In God's existence you don't believe,
You have no existence, I conceive.
Life means to bring Self's merits hid to show,
Take heed, your Self is quite devoid of glow.