WHEN I ROSE from my sleep I found a basket of oranges at my feet, my mind wondered who could be the giver of such a gift; my guesses flew from one name to another but sweet names were abandoned like flowers in the Spring, and all varied names combined to make this gift a perfect one.
III. 84. jhi jhi jantar bajai THE HARP gives forth murmurous music; and the dance goes on without hands and feet. It is played without fingers, it is heard without ears: for He is the ear, and He is the listener. The gate is locked, but within there is fragrance: and there the meeting is seen of none. The wise shall understand it.
