An Unworthy Man who had laughed at
the woes of a Woman whom he loved, was bewailing
his indiscretion in sack-cloth-of-gold and ashes-of-roses,
when the Angel of Compassion looked down upon him,
saying:
“Poor mortal! — how unblest
not to know the wickedness of laughing at another’s
misfortune!”
So saying, he let fall a great tear,
which, encountering in its descent a current of cold
air, was congealed into a hail-stone. This
struck the Unworthy Man on the head and set him rubbing
that bruised organ vigorously with one hand while
vainly attempting to expand an umbrella with the
other.
Thereat the Angel of Compassion did
most shamelessly and wickedly laugh.
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