Bản tiếng Anh

The bow whispers to the arrow before it speeds forth
--"Your freedom is mine."

The water in a vessel is sparkling; the water in the sea is dark.
The small truth has words that are clear; the great truth has great silence.

The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered,
--"We are thy homesick children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven."

Not hammerstrokes, but dance of the water sings the pebbles into perfection.

The bird thinks it is an act of kindness to give the fish a lift in the air.

Dream is a wife who must talk.

The dust receives insult and in return offers her flowers.

The grass seeks her crowd in the earth.
The tree seeks his solitude of the sky.

God grows weary of great kingdoms, but never of little flowers.

The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.