1. Give the soul some rest,
From so much that's been said and told,

2. For in what they've composed,
The tongues have rambled on far too long.

3. The learned are dead, what do I see?
Naught but ignorant fools all around.

4. O seeker of truth, indeed
You've yearned for the impossible.

5. You'll find none but imposters,
Of piety there are no doers.

6. The people of this age, in my eyes,
Are nothing more than this, save a few.