Poet

Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth, 'You owe me.' Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky.

I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew.

Oh Cup-bearer, set my glass afire with the light of wine!

Don't be surprised at Fortune's turns and twists: That wheel has spun a thousand yarns before.

Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.

Don't be surprised at Fortune's turns and twists: That wheel has spun a thousand yarns before.

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.

I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew.

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.

Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.

Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth, 'You owe me.' Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky.

Oh Cup-bearer, set my glass afire with the light of wine!