And blossom in purple and red,—
with the simple utterance of the Javanese lover in one of the natural flowers of folk-song,—
I do not know when I shall die,
I have seen at Badoer many that were dead,
They were dressed in white shrouds, and
Were buried in the earth;
If I die at Badoer and am buried beyond the
Village eastward against the hill,
Where the grass is high,
Then will Adinda pass by there, and the border