I thought that my voyage had come to its end at the last limit of my power, that the path before me was closed, that provisions were exhausted, and t… - Rabindranath Tagore

When old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart; and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders.

لقد انتهى وقت العمل، فإليك وجهي يا أماه، خبئيه بين ذراعيك، ودعيني أحلم!

I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works
that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.

Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite,
and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.

Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and
the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.
A Moments Indulgence
Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with thee, and to sing
dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.

Truth in her dress finds facts too tight. In fiction she moves with ease.