anak-anak yang bersih dr dosa

Your children are not your children

They are the sons and daughters of life's longing for itself

They came through you but not from you

And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you

You may give them your love but not your thoughts

For they have their own thoughts

You may house their bodies but not their souls

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,

which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams

You may strive to be like them,

but seek not to make them you like you

For life goes not backwards nor carries with yesterday

Your are the bows from which your children as

living arrows are sent forth

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and

He bends you with His might that

His arrows may go swift and far

Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness,

For even as he loves the arrow that flies,

so He loves also the bow that is stable.