Oh my only friend, my best beloved, the gates are open in my house-do not pass by like a dream.

Clouds come floating into my life from other days no longer to shed rain or usher storm but to give colour to my sunset sky.

Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light.

Now it is time to sit quiet, face to face with thee, and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.

I am restless. I am athirst for faraway things. My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance. O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute! I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly, that I am bound in this spot evermore.

Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.