«1 I am the voice that cries in the wilderness / Of the swarming crowds in the spasms of cities / In whirlpools of the streets and railway stations / The least inhabited of all the deserts on earth. 2 I was told: / — Go to the market places — / The time has come, / To...»
«Mother, blind, stares in the window; / Answering spring her wrinkles laugh. / But her heart is dedicated to ache, / With growing pain it beats in the sun. We need neither light nor beauty! / We need no blessings from outside! / How my son in his distant exile / Counts the deathly hours ...»
«I mouthed to the rain to drizzle. / The dust had wrapped itself up. / I tied on my feet grass sandals, / And hooked on a walking crutch. And along this stretch of road / I rolled off into the distance, / Crossing my stick-like legs, / Having rescued my sadness.»
«I fell in love with you on amber day, / When new-born laziness was bleeding / In radiant gleam of azure ray / From every grateful branch proceeding. Your trunk grew white, as white as drunken daze / Of lake-land waters foaming. / And jolly Lel, with mocking plays, / Yo...»