Versamelde gedigte

[p. 505]

[I lived a slave of Polyterites]

I lived a slave of the Polyterites (?)
Far from the coombers' verberating call
In distant Iran where the rose leaves fall
In scented layers when the harsh north wind smites
In autumn with its icy gust that blights
Their patterned gardens. I have dwelt in thrall
Of their false wisdom that controls them all
And evil that in evil deeds delights
The arrogance of ignorance and the scorn
Of truth they deem far cheaper than deceit
And prejudices vain complacency
Now manumitted by a faith newborn
Reclaimed from false enchantments it is meet
That I should struggle to set others free.

M.P.O. Burgers-versameling