Over those slaves they keep a close watch/ Who make their actions with Beloved match
A gift to win your Love
Your lips by it shall become sweet / Even the taste of honey will it defeat / Lift the veil of solitude to lend me your ears
The Beggar’s Treasure
The poet feels undeserving of a precious gift and expresses a desire for deeper faith and understanding.
A silent song to fit the unfit times
Ah! I am myself throwing mud in the head
Where shall my soul find its bread?
I cried much for my mentors’ reach
I waited long on Destiny’s beach…