Wherefore this succession of day and night? And what are the sun and the starry heavens?

Am I in my land or in banishment? The vastness of this desert fills me with fright.

I know not the enigma of this life of mine; I know not where to find one who knows.

Avicenna wonders where he came from; and Rumi wonders where he should go.

‘With every wayfarer I pace a little; I know not yet who my leader is.’