|You say that these
roses and tulips are permanent here;
|no, they are travellers
all, like the waves of the breeze.
|Where is the new truth
which we seek, and do not find?
|Mosque, school and
tavern, all alike are barren.
|Learn a word from your
own self, and in that word burn,
|for in this convent all
lack Moses fire.
|speak not of the
striving for purity of these monasterydwellers,
|they are all
dishevelled of hair, blankets unwashed.
|What temples they have
fashioned within the Sanctuary,
|these unitarians of one
thought, but all split in two!
|The problem is not that
the hour of feasting has passed,
|the problem is that
they are all without sweetmeats and boon-companion!