Neither the Muslim, nor the Christian, nor the Jew is satisfied with it; friend, who knows to whom this ancient firmament really belongs?

Here, the poet gazes at the 'ancient firmament'—a metaphor for indifferent fate and the relentless passage of time—noting how it spares no one, regardless of their creed. Neither Muslim, Christian, nor Jew feels truly at ease with the destiny it weaves, highlighting our shared human vulnerability. It is a tender, philosophical sigh between friends, asking who this universe really belongs to when it seems to favor nobody at all.