CHAPTERLXIV
chapterlxiv
i.117.sâînselagankathinhai,bhâî
nowharditistomeetmylord!
therain-birdwailsinthirstfortherain:almostshediesof
herlonging,yetshewouldhavenoneotherwaterthanthe
rain.
drawnbytheloveofmusic,thedeermovesforward:shediesas
shelistenstothemusic,yetsheshrinksnotinfear.
thewidowedwifesitsbythebodyofherdeadhusband:sheisnot
afraidofthefire.
putawayallfearforthispoorbody.