In the depth of my soul there is
A wordless song —a song that lives
In the seed of my heart.
It refuses to melt with ink on
Parchment; it engulfs my affection

In a few days, loneliness overcame
In a few minutes the carriage stop
This is my daughter Selma,” said
We all sat silent as if Selma had
The old man was delighted to hear

You pray in your distress and in y
For what is prayer but the expansi
And if it is for your comfort to p
And if you cannot but weep when yo
When you pray you rise to meet in

In the stillness of night Wisdom
By my bed. She gazed upon me like
And wiped away my tears, and said:
The cry of your spirit and I am c
Open your heart to me and I shall

Yesterday I drew myself from the
I looked back, and the city appear
I commenced analyzing man’s missio
There, between the city of the dea
In the city of the living I found

The dark wings of night enfolded t
He was poet perishing from hunger
He was breathing his last and had
And he said, “Come, oh beautiful
Then, at the bedside of the dying

In the city of Shawakis lived a p
But all the people said that his w
And upon a day the princess of a n
And the princess of Shawakis said
Then the visiting princess gazed a

As night fell and the light glitte
The magnificent carriages drew int
At midnight the finest and most pa
At eventide, a man attired in the

One day in the late part of June,
Selma felt what was going on in my
I asked her, “Did your husband fi
I inquired, “What prevents you fr
She answered with tears in her eye

And now it was evening.
And Almitra the seeress said, “Bl
And he answered, Was it I who spo
Then he descended the steps of the
And facing the people again, he ra