“That is true, most beautiful Radha. Let thy fair feet henceforth follow me through the land of delight,” murmured Ragunáth, in her ear.
Her voice shook as, without replying, she went on:
“‘Let us bring thee where the banjulas
Have spread a roof of crimson
Lit up by many a marriage lamp
Of planet, sun, and star.’
“‘For the hours of doubt are over
And thy glad and faithful lover
Hath found the road by tears and prayers
To thy divinest side—’”