Both wisdoms of the East and West
Have given to me of their best:
Both of them to me have taught
A point with Elixir's virtues fraught.
It may be Philosophy or creed,
Derveshhood or else kingly breed
Through sound beliefs they grow mature,
Get built on founds so firm and sure.
Of ripe beliefs, if nations' heart
Has no share or allotted part
Such mortals are devoid of glow,
Their acts are mean, debased and low.