I know not, and I would not know,
Content, I leave it all with Thee;
'Tis ever best it should be so;
As thou wilt have it let it be.
But this I know: that every day
And every step for me is planned;
I surely cannot lose the Way
While He is holding fast my hand.
And surely, whatsoe'er betide,
I never shall be left alone:
Thou standest ever by my side;
To thee my future all is known.
And wheresoe'er my lot may fall
The way before is marked by Thee;
The windings of my life are all
Unfoldings of thy Love to me.
What matter will it be, O mortal man, when thou art dying,
Whether upon a throne or on the bare earth thou art lying?
--From the Persian.