You say that these
roses and tulips are permanent here; |
no, they are travellers
all, like the waves of the breeze. |
1530 |
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, |
1535 |
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! |
1540 |