Classic Poem

The echo always mocks the sound — to conceal that she his debtor.
The arrow thinks it is free, for it moves, and the bow is bound, for it is still. The bow says to the arrow, " Your free depends on me. "
The world speaks truth. We take its meaning wrong and it a liar.
The flute knows it is the breath that gives birth to its mu The breath knows it is nothing. And he who plays on the flute is not known.
Death threatens to take his son, the thief his wealth, and I detractors his reputation. " But who is there to take away my joy? " asks the poet.
Death belongs to life as birth does, even as walking contain the raising of the foot as much as the laying of it down.