“PRAYER”
Poet philosopher!..
You, Who look at the sad state
Of things in this world:
One, the philosopher, is very profound
With the eyes of an ascetic;
And the other, the poet, has tender eyes,
Resembling that of roses.
Your roses, oh poet!....
Perfume my life,
Making it beautiful and strong,
All is youth!
And you, cruel ascetic,
Have revealed unto us what life is,
As one watching over death
Close by a coffin.