I have called your rosary a sacred thread, so tell me, how do you like what I said? Tell me, O cunning ascetic, wasn't that well said?

Here, the poet takes a wonderfully sharp and cheeky jab at religious pretense. By boldly equating the ascetic's sacred prayer beads to an infidel's ritual thread, he exposes hollow piety as nothing more than a showy masquerade. The playful taunt—'Tell me, how did that hit you?'—strips away the cunning preacher's pride, celebrating honest inner truth over clever hypocrisy.