With man, religion is a field
Tilled only by those who sow it with selfish prayers —
Whether preachers hoping for eternal happiness
Or ignorant men who fear the flames of hell.
Without the penalty of Judgement
Man would not have worshipped any Lord
And without the promise of reward he would have blasphemed,
As though religion were a business matter
Devotion to its cause will bring him gain;
In the forest there is no religion,
No hideous blasphemies;
For when the nightingale sings
He is not saying: ‘This is just.’
The religion of man appears
Like a shadow, then disappears.
After God and the Messiah
There is no religion on earth.
Give me the nay and sing
For song is the pearl of prayers;
The laments of the Nay will linger
Beyond the decline of existence