Yes, there is a Nirvanah; it is leading your sheep to a green pasture, and in putting your child to sleep, and in writing the last line of your poem

It was but yesterday I thought myself a fragment quivering without rhythm in the sphere of life. Now I know that I am the sphere, and all life in rhythmic fragments moves within me.

Love is quivering happiness.

For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst?

Humanity is a river of light running from the ex-eternity to eternity.

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

You who are strong and swift, see that you do not limp before the lame, deeming it kindness.