The woof of jubilation
Should be turned
Into the warp
of grief

I am pleased to see
a happy heart

Learning is a revealer
Like morning

A pea said
To  a bean
Why am i  spherical
And you so long?
Bean said
Both of us will be cooked
So there is no way
But to compromise
With time

The death
Too
Have an end,,,

A mother's lap
Is a fine spot
But how is it
That i am deprived
Of such a favour?

Whenever the spring comes
your presence
Is a blessing

Why?
Abject is a lot
Of a thorn
And glory is fitting
For a flower
Why?

The beauty of a red rose flower lies
In its visage
What matter if a clean flower
or self-grown ?

It is due
To the richness
Of the black soil
That the  garden
Is so odorant
And green

Every drop
That falls down
On a flower
At dawn
Is like a sea
That has no littoral

The bud that blooms
In a  meadow
In spring
Tells many stories
About Snow
And rain

The rose said
don't praise the beauty
Of a rose
Because its glory  and beauty last
Only a moment

A lovely nook
Of forest scenery
And a few red squirrels

Follow the way of it
Who is the creator
Who? despite all the products
Is still unseen

If toy give me a hand
With benevolence
The knot of time
Will be untied
For me

I don't follow the way
With fancy
And pride
Since my nature
Is given
And to humility

To live one breath
And then vanish
Does not deserve
This grief
Or mourning

Why should a flower
Not always a happy
When there are moonlight , Meadow,  and dew

This is my night
The moon is
Above the horizon

When i wept
At the tyranny
Of the world
It laughed at me
And my weeping
And went away

Destiny
Have taught me
The ups and downs
Of the life

The forest
Waiting for spring
I
Waiting for you

Show me
My real image
I love mirrors

We were given no right
To choose anything
This was done by the organization
Of the universe

A fool read
A book
And think himself
A sage

A total state
Of focus
That incorporates
A total togetherness
Of body
And mind

The destiny of all
Is not equal
And similar
We are pleased
With this brief moment

The book of love
Have only one page
Into  one page
There is a name
That  name is love

My way and conduct
Is modesty
Even though the garden
Become a paradise

I wish
In the boundless ocean
Of the world
There was no mention
Of tempests
Or revolutions

Whether times are good
When I too had a position
Between tulips ,Jonquils, lilies , and narcissus

The girl of today
Is always
the mother of tomorrow

Our kind
Have no connection
With earth

You must take care
Of your own affairs
Because no one forced
To pay the penalty
For your  guilt

As i sat
On a petal
for awhile
I'm glad
Of the world
Wherever i may be

Behind the window
The moon just hover
Over the village
All the inhabitants
To sleep
The frogs are croaking

You weep
But the garden laughs

I have much hope
Of comfort through
This labour
And i won't  exchange
This locust's leg
for all treasures

If you desire
To permanent satisfaction
You can learn
The way
Of fortitude
From ants

The bright sun said
To a tiny particle
Is there a secret success
Beyond  the bounds
Of thought
and understanding

A rose is obliged
To have a thorn
As companion.

One should rely
On no one
But oneself

The brightness
Of the morning sunshine
Will wash off
All abomination
From you face

At night
In the garden
A nightingale whispered
Said to the moon
Oh you who bring hope
T o your lovers
And you act
As a  light
For wakeful  
Once in the night
your purity gives the sky fine lustre
And your rays make the earth glorious..
Once again
You remove the veil
From  your face
The visage of a flower receives illunibation

A flower concealed
Its face under a leaf
And the nightingale said
Hide not
because you gladden my heart
Don't make my burn
With your separation
I have been in love
With you all my life

The Jasmine had bloomed
With the freshness
Of dawn
And hiding its buds
Under the leaves

What a blessing
To decamp
From the body
And reside
In the spirit

A pure heart  
Is patient
And  kind
Not jealous
And boastful  
Or proud

The moon and the sun are eternal travelers
With a most refreshing smile
For me
And for you