Wherefore this succession of day and night?
And what are the sun and the starry heavens?
Am I in my land or in banishment?
The vastness of this desert fills me with fright.
I know not the enigma of this life of mine;
I know not where to find one who knows.
Avicenna wonders where he came from;
And Rumi wonders where he should go.
‘With every wayfarer I pace a little;
I know not yet who my leader is.’