THE NIGHT is nearly spent waiting for him in vain. I fear lest in the morning he suddenly come to my door when I have fallen asleep wearied out. Oh friends, leave the way open to him-forbid him not.
If the sound of his steps does not wake me, do not try to rouse me, I pray. I wish not to be called from my sleep by the clamorous choir of birds, by the riot of wind at the festival of morning light. Let me sleep undisturbed even if my lord comes of a sudden to my door.
Ah, my sleep, precious sleep, which only waits for his touch to vanish. Ah, my closed eyes that would open their lids only to the light of his smile when he stands before me like a dream emerging from darkness of sleep.
Let him appear before my sight as the first of all lights and all forms. The first thrill of joy to my awakened soul let it come from his glance. And let my return to myself be immediate return to him.

THOU DIDST well to turn me back when I came begging.
In thy parting glance I saw a smile; and since then
I have learnt my lesson. I break my old alms bowl,
I wait for my chance to give what is mine.
From the morning crowds have gathered at thy gateway.
Let their need be all fulfilled. When at the fall of night they disperse, and cries are hushed; when stars seem listening to some epic of the age before their birth-time, of the fight of new-born light with ancient darkness,
to thy feet I come with homage of my longing:
'Take my lute in thine own hand and play it, Master.'

I WAS NOT aware of the moment when I first crossed the threshold of this life.
What was the power that made me open out into this vast mystery like a bud in the forest at midnight!
When in the morning I looked upon the light I felt in a moment that I was no stranger in this world, that the inscrutable without name and form had taken me in its arms in the form of my own mother.
Even so, in death the same unknown will appear as ever known to me. And because I love this life, I know I shall love death as well.
The child Cries out when from the right breast the mother takes it away, in the very next moment to find in the left one its consolation.