There is a mystery I know full well,
Which to all, good and bad, I cannot tell;
My words are dark, but I cannot unfold
The secrets of the «station» where I dwell.
36. Bl. C. L. N. A. I. J. Hale, a state of ecstasy.
No base or light-weight coins pass current here,
Of such a broom has swept our dwelling clear
Forth from the tavern comes a sage and cries,
«Drink! for ye all must sleep through ages drear»
37. Bl. L. N. Meaning, Mullahs' fables will not go down with us.
With outward seeming we can cheat mankind,
But to God's will we can but be resigned,
The deepest wiles my cunning e'er devised,
To balk resistless fate no way could find.
38. L. N. Meaning, weakness of human rule compared to the strength of Divine decrees.