There's day besides night,
There's joy besides the ecstasy of sorrow,
And a white rose has a black shade ...
And love is hollow, didn't you know?

Stars too become extinct at times,
The sun - it dies but only once.
Suspense of happiness is boundless, my friend,
What matters is the Path - though few can comprehend the end.

... A clever man attempts to gain much knowledge,
Wise man is bold enough to get to know himself.
The loving ones are those who do believe in wonders,
For once upon a time they tend to realize.