I KNOW THAT this life, missing its ripeness in love, is not altogether lost. I know that the flowers that fade in the dawn, the streams that strayed in the desert, are not altogether lost. I know that whatever lags behind in this life laden with slowness is not altogether lost. I know that my dreams that are still unfulfilled, and my melodies still unstruck, are clinging to some lute-strings of thine, and they are not altogether lost.
SAILING THROUGH the night I came to life's feast, and the morning's golden goblet was filled with light for me. I sang in joy, I knew not who was the giver, And I forgot to ask his name. In the midday the dust grew hot under my feet and the sun overhead. Overcome by thirst I reached the well. Water was poured to me. I drank it. And while I loved the ruby cup that was sweet as a kiss, I did not see him who held it and forgot to ask his name. In the weary evening I seek my way home. My guide- comes with a lamp and beckons me. I ask his name, But I only see his light through the silence and feel his smile filling the darkness.
