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61 This sleep flitting over the baby's eyes - does anyone know where it came from?yes, there are rumors that it has its dwelling, in the fairy village among the shaded trees and dimly lit with fireflies, where hang two sweet and enchanting stamens.From there it came to kiss the baby's eyes. The smile that flickers on a baby's lips in sleep—does anyone know where it came from?Yes, there are rumors that the smile of a crescent moon, touching the edge of dissipating autumn clouds, was born for the first time in the morning dream washed by the morning mist—this is the baby on the lips in sleep. A flash of a smile.

On the baby's limbs, the sweet, soft and fresh vitality erupting like flowers, does anyone know where it has been hidden for so long?Yes, when the mother was a maiden, it filled her heart in the tender and quiet mystery of love— Such was the sweet, fresh life emanating from the baby's limbs. 62 When I send you colored toys, my child, I understand why the clouds and waters conjure up so many colors, and why the flowers are dyed with colors— When I send you colorful toys, my child. When I sing to make you dance, I know well why there is music on leaves, and why waves send their chorus to the heart of the listening earth--when I sing to make you dance.

When I bring sweets to your greedy hands I understand why there is honey in the heart of flowers and why fruits are filled with sweet juice - when I bring sweets to your greedy hands. When I kiss your face to make you smile, my darling, I do know what joy it is when the morning light streams down from the sky, what pleasure it is when the cool summer wind blows upon me—when I kiss your When the face makes you smile. 63 You made friends who didn't know me know me.You prepared a seat for me in someone else's house.You shorten the distance, you make the stranger a brother. When I have to leave my old house, I feel uneasy; I forget that it is the old people who have moved into the new house, and that you live there too.

Through life and death, in this life and in the next, wherever you lead me, it is you, and still you, the one and only companion of my endless life, forever binding my heart to strangers with joyful chains Together. Once people know you, there will be no strangers in the world, and there will be no closed doors.Oh, please allow me to pray, so that I will never lose the blessing of being alone with you in the game with all living beings. 64 On the desolate river bank, in the tall grass, I asked her: "Girl, you covered the lamp with a veil, where are you going? My house is dark and lonely - lend me your lamp! ’ She lifted her dark eyes and looked at me for a moment out of the twilight.

"I've come to the river," she said, "to float my lamp on the water as the sun goes down." Alone in the tall grass I watched the faint flame of her lamp, uselessly over the tide drifting. In the stillness of twilight I asked her, "Your lamps are all lighted--then where do you go with this lamp? My house is dark and lonely - lend me your lamp. She raised her dark eyes to my face, and stood for a while thinking. At last she said, "I have come to offer my lamp to heaven." "I stood watching her lights burn uselessly in the sky. In the twilight of the moonless night, I asked her, "Girl, why do you hold the lamp in front of your heart? My house is dark and lonely—lend me your lamp." She stopped and thought for a while, Watch my face in the dark.She said, "I have come to the Festival of Lights with my lamp." I stood looking at her lamp, uselessly lost among the lights.

65 My God, from my overflowing cup of life, what holy wine will you drink? Through my eyes, come to see thy own creation, and stand upon my ears, and hear thy own eternal chord, my poet, is this your joy? Your world weaves words in my soul, and your joys add music to them.You gave yourself to me in a dream, and felt through me the sweetness of your own fullness. 66 She who hides in the depths of my life in the separation and separation of divine light; she who will never lift her veil in the morning light, my God, I will wrap her up with one last song, as I give Your last offering. Countless courtships have been spoken, but not yet won her heart; in vain has it been coaxed to stretch out longing arms to her.

I kept her deep in my heart, and roamed about, and the ups and downs of my life revolved around her. She rules my thoughts, actions, and dreams, and she lives alone. Many people knocked on my door to visit her, but they all returned disappointed. No one in this world has ever faced her before, she stands alone and waits for your appreciation. 67 You are the sky, and you are also the nest. O beautiful thou, in the nest is thy love, enveloping the soul with colours, sounds and scents. There, morning came, holding a golden basket in her right hand, with a wreath of beauty, quietly crowning the earth.

There, evening came, across the desolate woods without cattle, through the lanes without horses and carriages, carrying in her golden bottle the coolness of the peace of the calm western sea. But there, pure white radiance, ruled the endless sky stretched for the soul to soar.There is no day or night, no form or color, and never, never will there be words. 68 Your sun shines upon my land, and all day long you stand at my door with your arms outstretched, and bring back at your feet the clouds which my tears, sighs, and songs have become. You wrap this band of clouds lovingly around your star breast in countless forms and folds, and dyed them in infinite variety of colours.

It is so soft, so fluttering, so tender, so tearful and dim, that you love it, O you immaculate.That's why it's able to blot out your dreadful white light with its pitiful shadow. 69 It is this fountain of life that flows through my veins day and night, flows through the world, and dances in season. It is the same life that joyfully stretches out countless pieces of grass from the dust of the earth, bursting out with ripples of flowers and leaves. It is this same life, the cradle of the sea of ​​life and death rocked by the tide. I feel that my limbs are honored by the caresses of the world of life.My pride is because the pulse of the times is beating in my blood at this moment.

70 Does not this joyful melody make you happy?Can't thee be whirled and broken into pieces in this horrible whirl of pleasure? Everything rushes forward, they don't stop and don't look back, no force can hold them, they rush forward. The seasons come and go dancing to the fast and restless music—colors, sounds, and scents, in this overflowing joy, pour into endless waterfalls, splashing and receding all the time And die. 71 I should spread myself out, radiate around, and cast colored shadows in your radiance—this is your fantasy. You erect barriers within yourself, calling your double in a thousand different tones.

Your double has taken shape within me. The high-pitched singing resounded through the sky, responding in colorful tears and smiles, shock and hope;In me is your own destruction. The heavy curtain you rolled up was painted with countless patterns with the brush of books and night.Your seat behind the scenes is woven with wonderful and mysterious curves.Abandoned all boring straight lines. The majestic procession of you and me fills the sky.Because of you and my singing, the space is trembling, and all the times have been spent playing hide-and-seek with you. 72 It is he, the most profound, who wakes me up with his hidden touch. It is he who puts the talisman on my eyes, and happily plays all kinds of mournful tunes on my heartstrings. It is he who weaves the phantom veil with gold, silver, blue, and green phantom silk, and his toes are exposed from the folds of the garment. Under his touch, I forget myself. Over the years, it is he who will always touch my heart with various names, various postures, various deep sorrows and bliss. 73 In the midst of giving up thoughts and holding back desires, I don't need to be saved.In the bondage of a thousand pleasures I feel the embrace of freedom. You keep filling my crock with new wine of different colors and fragrances. My world, with your flame, will light his ten thousand different lamps and place them in front of the altar of your temple. No, I will never close the door to my feelings.The joy of seeing, hearing, and touching will carry your joy with you. Yea, all my fancies shall burn into joyful lights, and all my desires shall bear fruit of love. 74 The day is over, and shadows cover the land.It's time for me to fetch water from the river. The night sky expresses eagerness by the sad sound of watching the water.Oh, it calls me out into the twilight.The deserted path was cut off from pedestrians, the wind blew up, and the waves churned in the river. I don't know if I should go home.I don't know who I'm going to meet.On a small boat in the shallows, a stranger was playing a pipa. 75 Your gifts to our world meet all our needs, yet they return to you undiminished. The river has its daily work, rushing across fields and villages; but its incessant current, meandering back, washes your feet. The flower perfumes the air with its fragrance; but its ultimate task is to offer itself to you. Devotion to you will not impoverish the world. People choose their favorite meaning from the poet's words: but the ultimate meaning of the poem is pointing to you.