If it is necessary to die in order to live like men, what harm in dying?
Let not the hours pass by in the dark. Kindle the lamp of love with thy life.
Plunge into the deep without fear, with the gladness of April in your heart.
Man discovers his own wealth when God comes to ask gifts of him.
Let the splendor of diamond, pearl and ruby vanish? Only let this one teardrop, this Taj Mahal, glisten spotlessly bright on the cheek of time, forever and ever.
The night kissed the fading day With a whisper: "I am death, your mother, From me you will get new birth."