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Hold thy faith firm, my heart, the day will dawn.The seed of promise is deep in the soil, it will sprout.Sleep, like a bud, will open its heart to the light, and the silence will find its voice.The day is near when thy burden will become thy gift,and thy sufferings will light up thy path.---------------------------------------------------------------------------
I had gone a begging form door to door in the village path, when thy golden chariot appeared in the distance like a gorgeous dream and I wondered who was this king of all kings!
My hope rose high and methought my evil days were at an end, and I stood waiting for alms to be given unasked and for wealth scattered on all sides in the dust.The chariot stopped where I stood. Thy glance fell on me and thou camest down with a smile. Felt that the luck of my life had come at last. Then all of a sudden thou didst hold out thy right hand and say: \" what hast thou to gibe to me?\"Ah, what a kingly jest was it to open thy palm to a beggar to beg! I was confused and stood undecided, and then from my wallet I slowly took out the least grain of corn and gave it to thee.But how great my surprise was when at the day\'s end I emptied my bag on the floor to find a least grain of gold among the poor heap. I bitterly wept and wished that I had had the heart to give thee my all.----------------------------------------------------------------------------
On the day when the lotus bloomed,
alas, my mind was straying, and I knew it not.My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.Only now and again in a sadness fell upon me,and I started up from my dream and felt a sweet trace of strange fragrance in the south wind.That vague sweetness made my heart ache with the longing and it seemed to me that it was the eagerness of the summer seeking or its completion.I knew not then that is so near, that it was mine, and that this perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart.----------------------------------------------------------------------------
prisoner, tell me, who is it that bound you?
it was my master, said the prisoner,
i thought i could outdo everybody in the world in wealth and power ,and i amassed in my won treasure house the money due to my king,when sleep overcome me i lay upon the bed that was a prisoner in my own treasure houseprisoner tell me who was it that wrought thsi unbreakable chain?
it was i, said the prisoner, who forged the chain very carefully,i thought my invicible power would hold the world captive leaving me in a freedom undisturbed,thus night and day i worked at eh chain with huge fire and cruel hard strokes ,when at last the work was done and the links were complete and unbreakable,i found that it held me in its grip.
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come to us, youth, tell me truly why there is madness in you eyes?
i know not what wine of wild poppy i have drunk,that there is this madness in my eyes
ah shame,
well, some are wise and some foolish,
some are watchful and some careless,
there are eyes that smile and eyes that weep and madness is in my eyesyouth, why do you stand so still under the shadow of treemy feet are languid with the burden of my heart,and i stand still in the shadow
ah, shame
well, some march on their way and some linger,some are free and some are fettered,
and my feet are languid with the burden of my heart
