Yet follow not th’ unwisdom-path, cleave not to this and that disclaim; Believe in all that man believes; here all and naught are both the same.

But is it so? How may we know? Haply this Fate, this Law may be A word, a sound, a breath; at most the Zâhid’s moonstruck theory.

Yes Truth may be, but ’tis not Here; mankind must seek and find it There, But Where nor I nor you can tell, nor aught earth-mother ever bare.

Enough to think that Truth can be: come sit we where the roses glow, Indeed he knows not how to know who knows not also how to ’unknow.