ERRAMENTIS... (do u understand it's meaning?!)

When half a thousand years and more

Had passed, and men allegiance swore

To the Arab Prophet, beneath the tree,

My willing hand was still not free

From bonds of time and space to be

Between his hands in fealty.

Such blessings missed, time was when I

Within myself would wonder why,

Half quarrelling with the book of fate

For having writ me down so late.

But now I no longer my lot

Can question, and of what was not.

No more I say: Would it had been!

For I have seen what I have seen,

And I have heard what I have heard.

So if to tears ye see me stirred,

Presume not that they spring from woe:

In thankful wonderment they flow.

Praise be to Him, the Lord, the King,

Who gives beyond all reckoning.