I SEEK AND SEEK on my harp strings the notes that can blend with thine. Simple is the awakening of the morning and the flow of water, simple are the dewdrops on leaves, colours in clouds, the moonlight on sand-banks of the river and showers of rain in the midnight. I seek notes for my songs simple and full as these, fresh and flowing with life, old as the world and known to all. But my strings are newly strung and they bristle with sharp newness as with spears. Thus my songs never have the spirit of the winds, they never can mingle with the lights of the sky. My effort is an effort and my restless strains try hard to drown thy music.
THE DAY is no more, the shadow is upon the earth. It is time that I go to the stream to fill my pitcher. The evening air is eager with the sad music of the water. Ah, it calls me out into the dusk. In the lonely lane there is no passer by, the wind is up, the ripples are rampant in the river. I know not if I shall come back home. I know not whom I shall chance to meet. There at the fording in the little boat the unknown man plays upon his lute.
LOVE, THOU hast made great my life with death's magnificence, and hast tinted all my thoughts and dreams with radiant hues of thy farewell rays. The tear-washed limpid light reveals at life's last sunset-point the hints of Paradise, where descending flame of Kiss from starry sphere of love lights the sorrows of our earth to splendour of their end, in one blazing ecstasy of uttermost extinction. Love, thou hast made one vast wonder Life and Death for me.
