«Forth went the sower to sow his seeds... As freedom's sower in the wasteland / Before the morning star I went; / From hand immaculate and chastened / Into the grooves of prisonment / Flinging the vital seed I wandered — / But it was time and toiling squandered, / Benevolent designs mi...»
«Where is our rose, friends? / Tell if ye may! / Faded the rose, friends, / The Dawn-child of Day. / Ah, do not say, / Such is life’s fleetness! / No, rather say, / I mourn thee, rose, — farewell! / Now to the lily-bell / Flit we away.»
«Di manakah mawar, / Temanku yang sayang? / Layulah mawar, / Hilang bak bayang. / Jangan berkata: / Masa muda pun layu. / Jangan berkata: / Kehidupan tak sayu. / Minta maaf / Pada kusuma, / Tunjukkan kami / Bunga lili.»
«To flourish amid the incessant hell / Of steps, now heavy, now loud, / And groaning pulleys and fumes, / And the clicking of billiard balls. To make love till a streak / Of blood red flares up in the East, / An hour, till a white kerchief / Copes with a scythe. To feed to Reproaches a...»