Remember that the beauty that comes from an appealing personality grows year on year.

As calm and serene as the moon, the sun,
Without any aura, since dawn
Looks through a cloud
Like a window upon
The grove and the meadow`s green lawn.


From bank to bank
The river spreads broad
And in it repose in reverse
The selfsame meadow and moon and cloud
And the selfsame Universe.


Birds whisk up from under my feet,
Rabbits race off with lightning speed,
And I don`t touch anyone - isn`it odd?
Through woods and meadows, as kind as a god,
Along my own way I plod.


To wander barefoot over the earth ---
Is there a greater joy?