Waiting for rest for my heart
Long the sun will have set
And will sleep in the sea, when all is dark;
And still my soul
And my heart will be very sad … Adinda!”
And there was nobody on the road leading from Badoer to the Ketapan.
“When no longer butterflies shall flutter about,
When the stars shall no longer glitter,
When the melatti shall no longer yields its perfume,
When there shall be no longer sad hearts,