The schools bestow no grace of fancy fine; Cloisters impart no glow of Love Divine.

The goal that Travelers seek is far and wide, Alas! There is no chief to lead and guide.

No less than Khyber, the war of faith and land, but warrior like Ali is not at hand.

Beyond the bounds of science for faithful thrall: Is bliss of love and sight of God withal?

The chief of tavern thinks that West has raised: The house on shaking founds, whose walls are glazed.