A little rain will fill The lily's cup which hardly moistens the field.
Like threads of silver seen through crystal beads Let love through good deeds show.
One can be a soldier without dying and a lover without sighing.
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.
Not a piece of architecture, as other buildings are, but the proud passions of an emperor's love wrought in living stones.
No power on earth compares to a mother's tender prayers.