When he had stopped siring, my grandfather took to the mosque.
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When he had stopped siring, My grandfather took to the mosque. Who knows when this piety settled in! What we knew was his adamant belief that He had the right to marry a fourth. His old women withered, His sons snickered, And his daughters kept their peace. It was the month before he died, When once upon a prayer, He asked me to measure his blood pressure, And quipped: "You will never feel the pleasure of heartache. You're a devout bachelor."