This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.

Those who in this world have the courage to try and solve in their own lives new problems of life, are the ones who raise society to greatness.

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.

Let not the hours pass by in the dark. Kindle the lamp of love with thy life.

I sit at my window gazing The world passes by, nods to me And is gone.

We are hidden in ourselves, like a truth hidden in isolated facts. When we know that this One in us is One in all, then our truth is revealed.

The truth comes as conqueror only because we have lost the art of receiving it as guest.