The mind, sharp but not broad, sticks at every point but does not move.

Never be afraid of the moments--thus sings the voice of the everlasting.

决不要害怕刹那－－永恒之声这样唱着。

Thank the flame for its light, but do not forget the lampholder

standing in the shade with constancy of patience.

The mist, like love, plays upon the heart of the hills and bring out

surprises of beauty.

This longing is for the one who is felt in the dark, but not seen in the day.

The mist is like the earth's desire.

It hides the sun for whom she cries.

The cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky.

The morning crowned it with splendour.

I cast my own shadow upon my path, because I have a lamp that has not

been lighted.

The hills are like shouts of children who raise their arms, trying to catch stars.

I carry in my world that flourishes the worlds that have failed.

Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water sings the pebbles into perfection.

To be outspoken is easy when you do not wait to speak the complete truth.

Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.

In fiction she moves with ease.

Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life

through the dark unknown.

I have my stars in the sky.

But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.

The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return in songs.

I have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has filled with love.

The water in a vessel is sparkling; the water in the sea is dark.

The small truth has words that are clear; the great truth has great silence.