এই পাতাটির মুদ্রণ সংশোধন করা হয়েছে, কিন্তু বৈধকরণ করা হয়নি।
On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying, and I knew it not. My basket wad empty and the flower remained unheeded.
Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, ― and I started up from my dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange smell in the south wind.
That vague fragrance made my heart ache with longing and it seemed to me that it was the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion.
I knew not then it was so near, that it was mine, and this perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart.
