You will surely find the means of living which you seek;
But I am sitting alone near the wood of Djati-trees [[343]]
Waiting for the food of my heart.
Long has the small appetite of my badjing been sated;
Long has he returned to his little nest;
But still my soul
And my heart are very sad … Adinda!”
Still there was nobody on the path leading from Badoer to the Ketapan.…
Saïdjah caught sight of a butterfly which seemed to enjoy itself in the increasing warmth.…
“See how the butterfly flutters everywhere: