A Thousand Scoundrel Winds May Scream

A thousand scoundrel winds may scream, And howl the storm-laden night The Himalayan winds may roar, With their fury, with their might And speak as much or little truth As those who think they know The wise professions of the learned; - A gale wind, a blizzard’s snow A fickle lantern lamp may shine, With dim and dying light Burning from some hidden place On a fog-enshrouded night And illuminate as very little As those that claim to see We know nothing – we know nothing: The sole true philosophy!