"Beauty, that women adore and secretly pray for,
To find, to possess, to bequeath to the world again,
The loveliest stake that Life allows them to play for,
At the risk of death; with certain foreknowledge of pain."
Dancing Girl (singing in the distance)
"What will you do with your seventeenth year,
You with the eyes of a dove?
Give it to Love, he will hold you lightly,
Betray you and wound you more than slightly,
But lead you into Paradise nightly,
Give it to Love!!"
He heard and waited awhile, but the days flew by,
And brought a more brilliant sun to the azure sky.
The scent of the flowers grew stronger, grew keen as pain,
And Youth's sweet ferment rose from his heart to his brain
Until, when the west was red, and the evening breeze
Broke fresh on his lips, he went to the Peepul trees.
Song of the Churel
"Ah, come to me, I want you so!
Why will you make me wait?
The golden sunsets burn and glow,
The twilight moments come and go,
I watch you wander to and fro,
Why do you hesitate?
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