RUN TO HIS side as his comrades where he works with all workers.
Sit around him as his partners where he plays his games.
Follow him where he marches, keeping step to the rhythm of his drumbeats.
Rush into the thick of the fair-the fair of life and death-
For there he is with the crowd in the heart of its tumult.
Do not falter in your journey across the lonely hills over the thorns.
For his call sounds at every step and we know that it is love's voice.

THE NIGHT is upon me.
My desires that wandered all day have come back to my heart like
the murmur of the sea in the still evening air.
One lonely lamp is burning in my house in the dark.
The silence is in my blood.
I shut my eyes and see in my heart the beauty that is beyond all forms.

৭৯
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