113
Beauty is truth's smile
when she beholds her own face
in a perfect mirror.
114
The dew-drop knows the sun
only within its own tiny orb.
115
Forlorn thoughts from the forsaken hives of all ages,
swarming in the air, hum round my heart
and seek my voice.
116
The desert is imprisoned in the wall
of its unbounded barrenness.
117
In the thrill of little leaves
I see the air's invisible dance,
and in their glimmering
the secret heart-beats of the sky.
118
You are like a flowering tree,
amazed when I praise you for your gifts.
119
The earth's sacrificial fire
flames up in her trees,
scattering sparks in flowers.
120
Forests, the clouds of earth,
hold up to the sky their silence,
and clouds from above come down
in resonant showers.