Now, filled with the treasures of thy wisdom,
Thou dost pass that very cup to me.
By the God of thee, my Syrian Brother,
Which is best, the Saki’s cup or thine?
Which the mystery divine uncovers—
If the cover covers aught divine.
And if it lies hid in the soul of silence
Like incense in the dust of ambergris,
Wouldst thou burn it to perfume the terror
Of the caverns of the dried-up seas?