Shall any gazer see with mortal eyes, Or any searcher know by mortal mind; Veil upon veil will lift but there must be Veil upon veil behind.
Like threads of silver seen through crystal beads Let love through good deeds show.
A little rain will fill The lily's cup which hardly moistens the field.
There is no caste in blood.
Within yourself deliverance must be searched for, because each man makes hiw own prison.
Almond blossom, sent to teach us That the spring days soon will reach us.