এই পাতাটির মুদ্রণ সংশোধন করা হয়েছে, কিন্তু বৈধকরণ করা হয়নি।
২৪
The tyrant claims freedom to kill freedom
and yet to keep it for himself.
Unimpassioned benevolence
insuts the taste of the tongue,
only pitying the stomach’s need.
The night’s loneliness is maintained
by the silent multitude of stars.
My heart today smiles at its past night of tears
like a wet tree glistening in the sun
after rain is over.
Life’s errors cry for the merciful beauty
that can modulate their isolation
into a harmony with the whole.
They expect thanks for the banished nest
because their cage is shapely and secure.
In my love I pay my endless debt to thee
for what thou art.
