whendayisdone

    ifthedayisdone

    ifbirdssingnomore

    ifthewindhasfiaggedtired

    thendrawtheveilofdarknessthickuponme

    evenasthouhastwrapttheearthwiththecoverletofsleepandtenderlyclosed

    thepetalsofthedroopinglotusatdusk.

    fromthetraverer

    whosesackofprovisionsisemptybeforethevoyageisended

    whosegarmentistornanddust-laden

    whosestrengthisexhausted，removeshameandpoverty

    andrenewhislifelikeaflowerunder

    thecoverofthykindlynight