«And now, loading the camel's hump / With worldly troubles, heavy as a rock, / We leave — the camel's humble and plump — / To finish the 'unfinishable' work: In herds of camels — to enjoy a pool, / In Hell of sands — to see Blue Nile in thoughts, / As camel's lord and Lord insta...»
«As the hand on left with the hand on right / Our souls are beside. We had both gone in a bliss of flight / As the wing on left and the wing on right. But a whirl arrived — and a chasm is left / From the wing on right to the wing on left!»
«Every verse is a child of love, / A destitute bastard slip, / A firstling — the winds above — / Left by the road asleep. / Heart has a gulf, and a bridge, / Heart has a bless, and a grief. / Who is his father? A liege? / Maybe a liege, or a thief.»
«I bless a night I sleep in my abode, / I bless a day when to my work I go, / Judgment and mercy of omniscient God, / The good law — and the stony law, My dusty purple, patched in every piece... / My dusty staff, in the eternal glow! / And else, O God, I bless forever — peace / And ...»