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.

THE ECHO mocks her origin to prove she is the original.

YOU HAVE drunk the draught of songs
that I poured for you,
and accepted the garland of my woven dreams.
My heart straying in the wilderness
was ever touched by the pain that was your own touch.
When my days are done, my leave-taking hushed
in a final silence,
my voice will linger in the autumn light
and rain-laden clouds
with the message that we had met.