Some mystery is here. Hail, riddle, by God moved!
Once more he wandered o’er the spacious burial-ground,
As lion seeking for his prey goes round and round.
Convinced at length no other was there choice to make,
He thought: “When I’m in doubt, light from above I take.”280
Respectfully he then approached the sleeping guest.
A sneezing seized him. Straight the harper woke from rest.
When ‘Umer he espied, he marvelled, sore amazed;
And rose to go away. Fear’s tremor held him dazed.
He thought: “O Lord, have mercy Thou on me!