Well, sir, how much do you want me to liberate myself?
Only I can free ye if I have all the money in the world,
then it will be true that I wantest ye to clear thyself.
Well, sir, then how much should I understand?
Whither ye to see a sir, then will ye do my favour?
Tell it then like an open book, thence I listenest.
Tell him that the world bestows by the Miracle.
Well, ye better to explain like a clear crystal.
Come, come, to where should I take you?
To whatever ye wantest me to whither.
Follow me to where I should taketh thee.
Aye, to a land of Promise, and she will prophesy.
If she tells thee that she knows of her prophecy,
why did not thee believeth her as a person?
A man from the old-time, he looked down at a woman,
thinking, the prophecy volumed only by men?
Go to a shore of Understanding,
Thence from there shall your mind be simple.
© Ismael Mansoor