Knowledge and reason work in manner strange; in case of Love ’gainst heart and sight they range.

The end of Muslim folk I know full well’ on theoretic points their preachers dwell.

Though bird of mead hovers my lodge around; yet has no share of my melodious sound.

The Turks, I hear, between the lines can read; who can this verse so odd convey with speed?

‘You take the West for neighbour sweet and dear; though Stars to land of yours are close and near.’