Your life, O my brothers, like an island separated from the island and other areas. Who knows how many ships that departed from the shores to the other regions, who knows how many fleet anchored at pesisirmu, but you remained deserted island, suffered because the pain lonely and longed to happiness. You are not known by a fellow human being, anyway secluded from the intimacy and attention.
Brother, I saw you sit on the hill and enjoy the riches -bangga gold will be your treasure, and believe that every handheld gold you collect a chain connecting the desires and thoughts of others with you.
In my eyes you look like a great commander who leads the army, about to storm the enemy castle. But after I watched again, which seems only a mere hollow heart, mounted behind longgok your gold, like a bird in a golden cage thirst with the water reservoir is empty.
I see you, my brother, sitting on a throne lofty; standing around you, your people, who praise the magnificence, sang an awesome respect for your work, praised the wisdom, looking at you as if the noble prophet, even their souls soar A up to the ceiling space.
And when you look at kelilingmu, terlukislah in the face of happiness, power, and glory, as if you are the soul of their bodies.
But when I looked again, looked all by yourself in a lonely, standing next to the throne, stretch out your hands in all directions, as if begging for mercy and help of spirits invisible -mengemis protection, because excluded from the warmth of friendship and brotherhood.
I see you, my brother, who was drunk romance on beautiful woman, handing heart on face beauty. When I saw him looking at you with tenderness and maternal love, I said to myself, "Blessed Love is capable of filling this man's loneliness and familiarizing him with another human heart."
However, when I watched again, behind heart that there are other liver coated love the silence, wailing about to declare his love to a woman; and in reverse laden soul love, there is another empty soul, a cloud of wandering, to dots lover tears ...
Your life, O my brother, is a desolate place to stay separate from the placement of others, like the living room covered house of the neighbor's eye view. Suppose your house coated by the darkness, and the light can not enter the neighbor illuminate it. If empty of supplies dry, warehouse contents neighbor can not fill it. If your house stands on the desert, you can not transfer it to someone else's page, which has been cultivated by the hands of others. If your house stands on top of the mountain, you can not move over the valley, because the slope can not be reached by human foot.
Life, brother, encompasses silence, and if it was not because of loneliness and silence, you are not you, and I'm not me. If not because of loneliness and silence it, I'll believe may I looked at your face, that's my own face staring at the mirror.
(From 'The Voice of the Teacher')