YOU ASK ME, mother, where I most wish to go. It is there from where I first came to you. But I never can remember the place. My father smiles at my trouble and says. 'It is beyond the clouds in the land of the evening star.' But I hear from you, it is deep in the bosom of the earth, from where the flowers come away seeking the sun. 'That land lies unseen,' my auntie says, 'in the bottom of the sea, hiding all the precious gems in its store.' My brother pulls my hair and says, 'How can you find it, you stupid one, for it is mingled in the air.' It must be everywhere, it seems to me when I listen to you all. Only my school-master shakes his head and says'It is nowhere.'
I.117. sain se lagan kathin hai, bhai HOW HARD IT is to meet my Lord! The rain-bird wails in thirst for the rain: almost she dies of her longing, yet she would have none other water than the rain. Drawn by the love of music, the deer moves forward: she dies as she listens to the music, yet she shrinks not in fear. The widowed wife sits by the body of her dead husband: she is not afraid of the fire. Put away all fear for this poor body.