Whoever can't see the whole in every part plays at blind man's bluff. A wise man tastes the entire Tigris in every sip.

The drop grows happy by losing itself in the river.

Whereas it is difficult for everything to work out easily, A man cannot even afford to be a human

This earth, burnished by hearing the name, is so certain of love,
that the sky bends unceasingly down, to greet its own light.

Since sorrow follows joy As autumn does the spring Man must transcend the joys Of earth, which sorrows bring.

Consumed by the agony of remembrance The remembrance of night's festive company The one remaining candle flickers and dies.

In the deadly sweep Of every wave, A thousand dangers lie in wait.