Dazzled by Europe
1

Your light is only Europe’s light reflected: You are four walls her architects have built,

A shell of dry mud with no tenant soul, An empty scabbard chased with flowery gilt.

2

To your mind God’s existence seems unproved: Your own existence seems not proved to mine.

He whose self shines like a gem, alone exists; Take heed of it! I do not see yours shine.