He Is Not Always At Ease Who

Your Fame Is As The Grass, Whose Hue Comes And Goes, And His Might Withers It By Whose Power It Sprang From The Lap Of The Earth.

Infinite Goodness Has Such Wide Arms.

Curb Your Talent Lest It Speed Where Virtue Does Not Guide.

The More Souls Who Resonate Together, The Greater The Intensity Of Their Love... And, Mirror-like... Each Soul Reflects The Other.

What Shall One Do With The Verse, If He Knows Not That?