BLESSED AM I that I am born to this land and that I had the luck to love her. What care I if queenly treasure is not in her store but precious enough is for me the living wealth of her love. The best gift of fragrance to my heart is from her own flowers and I know not where else shines the moon that can flood my being with such loveliness. The first light revealed to my eyes was from her own sky and let the same light kiss them before they are closed for ever.
III. 84. jhi jhi jantar bajai THE HARP gives forth murmurous music; and the dance goes on without hands and feet. It is played without fingers, it is heard without ears: for He is the ear, and He is the listener. The gate is locked, but within there is fragrance: and there the meeting is seen of none. The wise shall understand it.