THE WICKED POSTMAN WHY do you sit there on the floor so quiet and silent, tell me, mother dear？ The rain is coming in through the open window, making ...
THE HERO MOTHER, let us imagine we are travelling, and passing through a strange and dangerous country. You are riding in a palanquin and I am trottin...
THE END IT is time for me to go, mother； I am going. When in the paling darkness of the lonely dawn you stretch out your arms for your baby in the bed...
THE RECALL THE night was dark when she went away, and they slept. The night is dark now, and I call for her, "Come back, my darling； the world is...
THE FIRST JASMINES AH, these jasmines, these white jasmines！ I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands with these jasmines, these white ...
THE BANYAN TREE O YOU shaggy-headed banyan tree standing on the bank of the pond, have you forgotten the little child, like the birds that have nested...
BENEDICTION BLESS this little heart, this white soul that has won the kiss of heaven for our earth. He loves the light of the sun, he loves the sight ...
THE GIFT I WANT to give you something, my child, for we are drifting in the stream of the world. Our lives will be carried apart, and our love forgott...
MY SONG THIS song of mine will wind its music around you, my child, like the fond arms of love. This song of mine will touch your forehead like a kiss...
THE CHILD-ANGEL THEY clamour and fight, they doubt and despair, they know no end to their wranglings. Let your life come amongst them like a flame of ...