One can be a soldier without dying and a lover without sighing.
Never the spirit was born; the spirit shall cease to be never; Never was time it was not; End and Beginning are dreams! Birth-less and deathless and changeless remaineth the spirit forever. Death hath not touched it all, dead though the house of it seems!
A little rain will fill The lily's cup which hardly moistens the field.
Almond blossom, sent to teach us That the spring days soon will reach us.
Sweetest smile is made saddest tear-drop!
Like threads of silver seen through crystal beads Let love through good deeds show.