এই পাতাটির মুদ্রণ সংশোধন করা হয়েছে, কিন্তু বৈধকরণ করা হয়নি।
২৩
The lonely light of the sky comes through
the window
and borrows the music of joy and sadness
from my life.
Sorrow that has lost its memory
is like the dumb dark hours
that have no bird songs
but only the cricket’s chirp.
Bigotry tries to keep truth safe in its hand
with a grip that kills it.
God seeks comrades and claims love,
the Devil seeks slaves and claims obedience.
The soil in return for her service
keeps the tree tied to her
the sky leaves it free.
The immortal, like a jewel,
does not boast of a large surface in years
but of a shining point in a moment.
