Travelers, it is late. Life's sun is going to set. During these brief days that you have strength, be quick and spare no effort of your wings
This world's existence is one night long. There's a great lively gathering that night, but some people sleep through it.
If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.
When I am silent, I fall into the place where everything is music.
Maybe you are searching among the branches, for what only appears in the roots.
I said to the night, "If you are in love with the moon, it is because you never stay for long." The night turned to me and said, "It is not my fault. I never see the Sun, how can I know that love is endless?