“Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?”

“Las lagrimas que no se lloran Esperan en pequenos lagos?Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?O seran rios invisibles Que corren hacia la tristeza?Or are they invisible riversthat run toward sadness?”

“Before there is peace, blood will spill blood, and the lake will run red.”

“Before all is peacefull, blood will spill blood, and the lake will run red”

“No tear, is a wasted tear, if it spills out for love, whether in good times or bad.”

“I am told that in the heart of a vast, bowl-shaped valley deep inside the High Pamir where the sheep and the goats spend their summers grazing by the hundreds as far as the eye can see, there is a cold blue stream that meanders through emerald meadows until it spills into a small lake that carries the color of the sky and that the surface of this lake and the surrounding grasslands shiver in unison beneath the movement of a wind that never stops blowing. ”