"A poet. Sing of us instead.
God may be good, but life is short.
Yon are the mountains of the dead.
Here are clean robes to wear at court."
He said: "I seek a bliss beyond
The range of your muezzin-call.
Do birds cease song till heaven respond?
The road is naught. The Hope is all."
"You know not this Transcaspian Queen,
Or what the journey's end may be.