“I come from Aad and Thamuud . I can give you the secret of lust.” The fourth said : “I come from China . I can make the dream a portal to certainty.” I said: ( Hurry up,hurry up . Deprivation has buried me Like an earthquake buried an army Of one thousand knights .( (2) On the next day I sat dressed in gold clothes. Under my foot was a little cloud, And a woman sweeter than honey With fingers that could make a dream -Any dream - a portal to certainty. (3) But when the sun Got to the middle of the sky, The threads of gold melted So my clothes looked shabby. And the little cloud melted So my foot looked ugly. And the honey woman melted So my lips tasted as bitter as poison. The palm of the dream melted And changed into skeleton’s fingers So I cried : (My tears, my brothers, And my friends, Where are you ? Where are your secrets and signals(? (4) The four magicians hushed. But the fourth one pitied my heart, Broken like a blind man’s mirror, and said: “Do you want stability rather than instability"? (Yes) I said. He said: “There would be no way to reach this state, Unless you touch something of our souls”. The three magicians nodded. Then, the first one rose stark naked And said “Tormented man! We would give you our letters. Deprived man!We would teach you our dots, But we would be afraid If you learned them, You would mock at gold And gold clothes, You would mock at the countries, At the breasts and legs, At the dreams. Then, you would become like us Empty, Emotionless, Aimless, And naked forever.”