I.71. gagan ghata ghaharani, sadho CLOUDS THICKEN in the sky! O, listen to the deep voice of their roaring; The rain comes from the east with its monotonous murmur. Take care of the fences and boundaries of your fields, lest the rains overflow them; Prepare the soil of deliverance, and let the creepers of love and renunciation be soaked in this shower. It is the prudent farmer who will bring his harvest home; he shall fill both his vessels, and feed both the wise men and the saints.
I FOUND A few old letters of mine carefully hidden in her box- a few small toys for her memory to play with. With a timorous heart she tried to steal these trifles from time's turbulent stream, and said, 'These are mine only!' Ah, there is no one now to claim them, who can pay their price with loving care, yet here they are still. Surely there is love in this world to save her from utter loss, even like this love of hers that saved these letters with such fond care.