When "Ayenik" the hermit  
Travelled towards the pilgrimage,
Heard he nothing except the praises
Of gods and other sages.

However, the praises got silent,
As he neared another townshire;
There, people were only talking,
Of money and their desire.

For the hand that writes this poem;
Every town and city marks its own;
Where materialities are famous,
And god is unknown!

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