love. Inscribed with the holy writings,
And boldly pouring verse humble…
The soul spring awakens her spring,
But the mind is the devil squeezes black.
love, said heart, - the mind is silent.
The soul will let me pray,
But, if the mind is tired or forgotten, –
Love will cause to err
And much evil prinest my dreams…
Forward, forward, to jealousy was not born!
While lights burn in the soul temple,
To the heart of the God worshiped!..
12 July 1899