Like a benign king, for ages past,
I sheltered all who came to me
-Children, elders, travelers, lovers;
Homes I gave to birds and squirrels,
Every writer hopes
That his words will outlive him
How many succeed?
Ask me not, my beloved, for the love long past
I thought your presence filled life with radiance
If I have your grief, why struggle with the world's woes?
In this country,
Poetry is an aged mother.
She can support you with maternal love,
But cannot put
Once an expert of the Jewish law
To test Lord Jesus, a fine chance saw,
And said 'Laws are many, big and small,
Which is the greatest of them all? '
The unwary heart,
Caught in a whirlpool of desires,
Loath to drown in the sea of sorrow,
Clutches desperately at straws of hope,
Dream if you must, but only while asleep!
When you awake from your disturbed slumber
You'll realize that what you thought you saw
Was only a figment of your imagination,
Diverse are the pathways
In the journey of life,
At times rough and tortuous
With slippery roads
Many a secret it hides, life's like that
In nobody it confides, life's like that
Often it makes mortals cry, sometimes laugh,