1. The fortune teller of people is as though blind,
With scrolls before him which he reads by touch.

2. How wearying it is! How much he suffers!
Lines crossed out, erased again by smudge.

3. Moses called and was done, Jesus arose,
And Muhammad came with his prayers, a five.

4. It's said another faith will come, not this,
And people wander 'twixt tomorrow and yesteryeves.

5. Would that religion become verdant again
To spatter those feigning devotion of late!

6. But no matter what happens in your world
You'll not be devoid of moonlight or sunlight.

7. The end's like the start, the strange familiar,
Marvels appear at dawn and eve both.

8. Small ones arrive and old ones depart,
Homes are deserted, new tents pitched.

9. God has clad it in a garment—see how
It cannot be torn, drenched in mire and bleak!

10. When I say what's impossible I raise my voice,
When I speak certainty I whisper meek.