Music is the purest form of art... therefore true poets...seek to express the universe in terms of music. The singer has everything within him. The notes come out from his very life. They are not materials gathered from outside.

The night kissed the fading day With a whisper: "I am death, your mother, From me you will get new birth."

If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars.

Gray hairs are signs of wisdom if you hold your tongue, speak and they are but hairs, as in the young.

I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

I am hidden in your heart, O Flower.