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'Life has become a burden, the time is ripe for death; The space of existence has shrunk
'The night is dark, the waves rise mountains high, And such a storm is raging! What do the pedestrians know my plight moving Upon the shore that's safe and dry?'
Frolic not with me: You are in a playful mood, But I in none of ecstasy.'
"You are just beginning to climb love's hill; Wait and see what hardships there are still."'
The wounds of love had made me A lighted tree aglow in the night: But even then—ah, pity me You did not come to see the sight....
'We are but travellers on the road; It matters not if we are dead or live; Our life is like a candle flame: You had put us out and we had died; Now you have lighted us we are alight.'
Suddenly the wind has changed, my soul Is restless constantly. How shall I tell the tale of woe, My heart is rent with agony. Delhi was once a paradise, Such peace had abided here.
There were those men of 1857, and here were the men of 1911, chicken-hearted and happy in their disgrace.
You gave palaces to my brother, Only banishment to me, Only banishment.
To do my hair and comb it well, To do my hair and comb. My mother-in-law and sister-in-law Now call me all sorts of names for that, Call me names for that.
But she could not say anything. The girls were never consulted about their own marriages and were given away to any men their parents selected.
O save me from being indebted To Jesus for his healing breath. You have given me pain and you Alone can cure and save me from death.
He was unconcerned whether the country lived or died, The world might last or come to an end. He did not care. It had lived on in spite of revolutions and wars. How would it help him if he worried over these matters?
'But go, my love, and may God be with you. The parted will meet one day if fates will allow.'
His world had fallen to pieces all around him, smothered by indifference and death. Yet he was still alive to mope like an owl, and count his days, at the mercy of Time and Fate. He lay on the bed in a state of coma, too feelingless to sit up or think.
