Please tell me, oh old one,
What is it you wish for,
And make it a prayer
For me and for you.
Devise not a song,
Nor a picture of wisdom,
Do not mystify
All that's clear from view.
Enlighten my mind
With the sunrise of reason,
And point the way
For my judgment to take.
Do not scrutinize my
Erroneous vision
Yet never comply
With my smallest mistake.
Please lay down your guard
To my claims of indulgence
In pleasures of knowledge
That stir at your foot,
I'll not you ask twice,
My old withered master,
Instead -
I will make my inaccurate route.