On the Slope of the Desolate River -
I have got my leave. Bid me farewell, my brothers! I bow to you all and take my departure.
Here I give back the keys of my door — and I give up all claims to my house. I only ask for last kind words from you.
We were neighbours for long, but I received more than I could give. Now the day has dawned and the lamp that lit my dark corner is out. A summons has come and I am ready for my journey.
On the slope of the desolate river among tall grasses I asked her, " Maiden, where do you go shading your lamp with your mantle? My house is all dark and lonesome — lend me your light!" She raised her dark eyes for a moment and looked at my face through the dusk. " I have come to the river," she said, " to float my lamp on the stream when the daylight wanes in the west." I stood alone among tall grasses and watched the timid flame of her lamp uselessly drifting in the tide.
In the silence of gathering night I asked her, " Maiden, your lights are all lit — then where do you go with your lamp? My house is all dark and lonesome, — lend me your light." She raised her dark eyes on my face and stood for a moment doubtful. " I have come," she said at last, " to dedicate my lamp to the sky." I stood and watched her light uselessly burning in the void.
In the moonless gloom of midnight I asked her, " Maiden, what is your quest holding the lamp near your heart? My house is all dark and lonesome, — lend me your light." She stopped for a minute and thought and gazed at my face in the dark. " I have brought my light," she said, " to join the carnival of lamps." I stood and watched her little lamp uselessly lost among lights.
Here I give back the keys of my door — and I give up all claims to my house. I only ask for last kind words from you.
We were neighbours for long, but I received more than I could give. Now the day has dawned and the lamp that lit my dark corner is out. A summons has come and I am ready for my journey.
On the slope of the desolate river among tall grasses I asked her, " Maiden, where do you go shading your lamp with your mantle? My house is all dark and lonesome — lend me your light!" She raised her dark eyes for a moment and looked at my face through the dusk. " I have come to the river," she said, " to float my lamp on the stream when the daylight wanes in the west." I stood alone among tall grasses and watched the timid flame of her lamp uselessly drifting in the tide.
In the silence of gathering night I asked her, " Maiden, your lights are all lit — then where do you go with your lamp? My house is all dark and lonesome, — lend me your light." She raised her dark eyes on my face and stood for a moment doubtful. " I have come," she said at last, " to dedicate my lamp to the sky." I stood and watched her light uselessly burning in the void.
In the moonless gloom of midnight I asked her, " Maiden, what is your quest holding the lamp near your heart? My house is all dark and lonesome, — lend me your light." She stopped for a minute and thought and gazed at my face in the dark. " I have brought my light," she said, " to join the carnival of lamps." I stood and watched her little lamp uselessly lost among lights.
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