“In the final analysis,
even love is unreal...

For years,
you made me carry shame...

It makes no difference
who you are...

"One man's freedom fighter
is another’s terrorist...

Let me be indebted
to your vulnerability...

You have lost me
your true-born so...

You do not see the Absolute.
To see...

Our countenances—
nothing but impressions...

No one comes to see my garden,
to sit...

Be an embrace in which I may weep,
a solace against the restless grind...

Ignorance—darkness—
is bliss for the underworld creatures...

Close your wounds.
Close your wounds...