In the maze of eve and morn, O man awake, do not be lost: Another world there yet exists that has no future or the past.

None knows that tumult’s worth and price which hidden lies in future’s womb: The mosque, the school and tavern too since long are silent like a tomb.

In tears shed at early morn is found the gem unique and best, the gem, whose like is never held, by mother shell within its breast.

The Culture New is nothing else save glamour false and show, indeed: If the face be fair and bright, rouge vendors aid it does not need.

Much care and caution must he take, who sets the music of a song: For oft the Voice Unseen inspires such airs as jarring are and wrong.