الفن يماثل الحب في كونه غير قابل للتفسير - Rabindranath Tagore

If the day is done, if birds sing no more, if the wind has flagged tired, then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me, even as thou hast wrapt the earth with the coverlet of sleep and tenderly closed the petals of the drooping lotus at dusk. From the traveller, whose sack of provisions is empty before the voyage is ended, whose garment is torn and dustladen, whose strength is exhausted, remove shame and poverty, and renew his life like a flower under the cover of thy kindly night.

My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.

ثقيلة هي قيودي و الحرية هي مناي، و لكنني لا أستطيع أن أحبو إليها فمن استعبدوني رفعوا لافتات الفضيلة و جعلوها حائطا بيني و بين حريتي