The old books on the shelves, Bathed in dust, Teases me for the days, Lost in ignorance, Creeping out silently in my dreams, They mock me, haunt me, And scream to me, "Where were you lost O' fool? Where had your valor gone? How high can you fly with broken wings? Where had you wandered? Leaving us all alone. We've been waiting for you for a long time, Come to us." And since they have promised me, The peace of mind, I must join back their company, Deepening down into the ghastly bosom, Of testimonies scripts, Apart from the realms of world, Because they've prophesized, "The Paradise lies in the solitude."