Lord Brinasla felt in the beginning it was difficult for his ego to listen to someone much younger and yet much wiser. But after hearing what Kasheva had just said, he felt the truth had come to his eyes as bright as the sun. Surreptitiously he glanced at Lady Vanisla who, again, was resisting her smile but set her unblinking gaze at Kasheva. He then exchanged glances with Lord Vladiska who was also unable to disguise his amazement. Finally, he set his eyes at Lord Yishevna.
Lord Yishevna, oblivion to the situation, felt it was now the perfect time to strike. He had a high hope that this time Kasheva wouldn’t be able to give a satisfactory answer. He said, “Young man, what is life without art?”
Kasheva was silent, but it didn’t take long until he came up with an answer,
Life without art is a garden without flowers, and a day without art becomes a river without water.
Art is the brightest light that travels from one soul to another;
In your dream it becomes the language of your soul
And in your wakefulness it becomes the music of your heart
That is why those who understand your poetry understand the language of your soul
And those who love your music let their soul sings joyously with yours
With art you give wings to your soul and let it fly to cuddle the moon
But without art your soul becomes a mute and deaf wanderer in the road of Life.
With art your soul is a sweet maiden who reaches the prime of her beauty,
But without art your soul is an old maid who has lost her most sacred beauty.
With art your soul is a tree that gives sweet and ripen fruit to everyone for free,
But without art your soul becomes a hollow trunk in the forest of Life.