105
The fireflies, twinkling among leaves,
make the stars wonder.
106
The mountain remains unmoved
at its seeming defeat by the mist.
107
While the rose said to the sun,
"I shall ever remember thee,"
her petals fell to the dust.
108
Hills are the earth's gesture of despair
for the unreachable.
109
Though the thorn in thy flower pricked me,
O Beauty,
I am grateful.
110
The world knows that the few
are more than the many.
111
Let not my love be a burden on you, my friend,
know that it pays itself.
112
Dawn plays her lute before the gate of darkness,
and is content to vanish when the sun comes out.