The small truth has words that are clear; the great truth has great
silence.
Your smile was the flowers of your own fields, your talk was the rustle
of your own mountain pines, but your heart was the woman that we all know.
It is the little things that I leave behind for my loved ones,
-great things are for everyone.
Woman, thou hast encircled the world s heart with the depth of thy
tears as the sea has the earth.
The sunshine greets me with a smile.
The rain, his sad sister, talks to my heart.
My flower of the day dropped its petals forgotten.
In the evening it ripens into a golden fruit of memory.
I am like the road in the night listening to the footfalls of its
memories in silence.
The evening sky to me is like a window, and a lighted lamp,
and a waiting behind it.