SHE LEFT ME her flower of smile
taking my fruit of pain.
She clapped her hands and said,
she had won.
The noon had eyes like the mad,
red thirst raged in the sky.
I opened the basket and found
the flower dead.

THE CLOUDS fill the watercups of the river, hiding themselves in the distant hills.

I.58. bago na ja re na ja
DO NOT GO TO the garden of flowers!
O Friend! go not there;
In your body is the garden of flowers.
Take your seat on the thousand petals of the lotus, and there gaze on the Infinite Beauty.