CHAPTERLXIV

chapterlxiv

i.117.sâînselagankathinhai,bhâî

nowharditistomeetmylord!

therain-birdwailsinthirstfortherain:almostshediesof

herlonging,yetshewouldhavenoneotherwaterthanthe

rain.

drawnbytheloveofmusic,thedeermovesforward:shediesas

shelistenstothemusic,yetsheshrinksnotinfear.

thewidowedwifesitsbythebodyofherdeadhusband:sheisnot

afraidofthefire.

putawayallfearforthispoorbody.