God divided parts of Himself and made out of them this beautiful universe. The pain of them this beautiful universe. The pain of this division penetrates the whole of creation and is manifested in the loves and desires, pleasures and pains of human beings.
IT is the pang of seeration that spreads throughout the world and gives birth to shapes innumerable in the infinite sky.
It is this sorrow of seperation that gazes in silence all night from star to star and becomes lyric among rustling leaves in rainy darkness of july.
It is this overspreading pain that deepens into loves and desires, into sufferings and joys in human homes; and this it is that ever melts and flows in songs through my poet’s heart.
