Your days will be full of cares, if you must give me your heart.My house by the cross-roads has its…
I travelled the old road every day, I took my fruits to the market,my cattle to the meadows, I ferried…
Where is heaven? you ask me, my child,-the sages tell us it isbeyond the limits of birth and death, unswayed…
Are you a mere picture, and not as true as those stars, true asthis dust? They throb with the pulse…
It is written in the book that Man, when fifty, must leave thenoisy world, to go to the forest seclusion.…
Last night in the garden I offered you my youth's foaming wine. Youlifted the cup to your lips, you shut…
I would ask for still more, if I had the sky with all its stars,and the world with its endless…
Things throng and laugh loud in the sky; the sands and dust danceand whirl like children. Man's mind is aroused…
In the beginning of time, there rose from the churning of God'sdream two women. One is the dancer at the…
She is near to my heart as the meadow-flower to the earth; she issweet to me as sleep is to…