XCIV: From the lustre of the internal, the exterior…

From the lustre of the internal, the exterior is clear and bright;
But by intercourse with the base, there are a hundred ills.

Like the name of alchemy and of the phoenix, that we hear about,
Than both of these, sincerity and fidelity are more rarely found.

From the lips of the despicable thou hearest a thousand things;
For when will they rest satisfied with a single harangue?

Do not allow thyself to be deceived by friends of the present day--
Before thy face, they are for thee; but behind thee, back to back.

Do thou, O Khushhal! call in that great physician's aid,
In the refulgence of whose face there 's perfect cure for thee!