এই পাতাটির মুদ্রণ সংশোধন করা হয়েছে, কিন্তু বৈধকরণ করা হয়নি।
I decorate with futile fancies my idle moments
and see them float away in the air
like derelict clouds with their cargo of colours
drifting from somewhere to no destination.
The Devil’s wares are expensive
God’s gifts are without price.
The owns the world who knows its law,
he who feels its truth loves it.
Forests, the clouds of earth,
hold up to the sky their silence,
and clouds from above come down
in resonant showers.
The darkness of night, like pain,
is dumb,
and darkness of dawn, like peace,
is silent.
Pride engraves his frowns in stones,
love hides them in flowers.
