BRING BEAUTY and order into my forlorn life, woman, as you brought them into my house when you lived. Sweep away the dusty fragments of the hours, fill the empty jars and mend all neglects. Then open the inner door of the shrine, light the candle, and let us meet there in silence before our God.
A SMILE OF mirth spread over the sky when you dressed my heart in rags and sent her forth into the road to beg. She went from door to door, and many a time when her bowl was nearly full she was robbed. At the end of the weary day she came to your palace gate holding up her pitiful bowl, and you came and took her hand and seated her beside you on your throne.