THOU SHALT dwell in silence in my heart like the full moon in the
summer night.
Thy sad eyes shall watch over me in my wanderings.
The shadow of thy veil shall rest upon my heart
Thy breath like the full moon in the summer night shall hover
about my dreams, making them fragrant.

SORROW THAT has lost its memory
is like the dumb dark hours
that have no bird songs
but only the cricket's chirp.

THE DUST receives insult and in return offers her flowers.