Knowledge! An unfathomable honour, which bestow on itself
An esteem of high order,
Walking in the aisle of curiosity,
Which bother not him but the curious.
Man’s outlaw search for him, which canvas the nature in him.
For if he could satisfy this quench,
Which await the race of nation, hunting and searching for him,
Even in their darkest moment of time.
He drives time towards him, with his beauty and pride, which baffles the men of sage, ruminating on how capture could be made easily of him. Indeed glorious way to gain its affection.
But within the context of the world, is his, but above it, then nothing more.
But shall I join this race?
Where man enjoin his affairs, clothing and mesmerizing it.
knowledge, where is the pride?
Which intoxicate the nature,
embracing the culture of days,
Enhancing the ways of days
But the time shall end,
Where man meet his end
In this, for these unseen end
Which gives man unnecessary friend, in the discourse of it matters
For I shall search the hills.
For the forest shall welcome my wills.
In the nature of his, which feels perpetuate with the glamorous gills.
Which daunt my meat with it bills.
Indeed, a pride for the sages
Knowledge, I seek unto thee
As a lover of thee, until I have exhausted my time in satisfying the quench for thee,
Even in my old age of life,
Surely we shall enjoin the time in dining the life of time.