In the deadly sweep Of every wave, A thousand dangers lie in wait.
Consumed by the agony of remembrance The remembrance of night's festive company The one remaining candle flickers and dies.
For the raindrop, joy is in entering the river.
Alas, not all things in life are easy; Even man struggles to be human.
The world is a playground -Indian
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.