And my heart are very sad.… Adinda!”
And still there was no one on the path leading from Badoer to the Ketapan.
The sun began to rise high,—there was warmth in the air.
“See how the sun glitters on high,
High above the waringi[40]—hill!
He feels too warm and wishes to descend,
To sleep in the sea as in the arms of a spouse. [[344]]
Much joy, O sun,—I give you hail!
What you seek you will surely find;
But I sit alone by the Djati-wood