The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth
Spurious fame spreads from tongue to tongue like the fog of the early dawn before the sun rises.
Music fills the infinite between two souls. This has been muffled by the mist of our daily habits.
Plunge into the deep without fear, with the gladness of April in your heart.
We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.
Let me not look for allies in life's battlefield,But to my own strength. Let me not crave in anxious fear to be saved,But for the patience to win my freedom.