In the deadly sweep Of every wave, A thousand dangers lie in wait.
Since sorrow follows joy As autumn does the spring Man must transcend the joys Of earth, which sorrows bring.
The drop grows happy by losing itself in the river.
For the raindrop, joy is in entering the river.
I asked my soul: What is Delhi? She replied: The world is the body and Delhi its life!
Alas, not all things in life are easy; Even man struggles to be human.