এই পাতাটির মুদ্রণ সংশোধন করা হয়েছে, কিন্তু বৈধকরণ করা হয়নি।
When I give up the helm then the time will come for thee to take it, I know. What there is to do will be instantly done. Vain is this struggle for me.
Then take away your hands and silently put up with your defeat, my heart, and think it your good fortune to sit perfectly still where you are placed.
These may lamps are blow out at every little puff of breath and trying to light them up again and again I fought all else. But I shall be wise this time and wait in the dark spreading my mat on the floor ― and whenever it is thy pleasure my land, come silently and take thy seat here.
