Ah, hear what crying and weeping everywhere rises for thee,
O cruel, deaf Urvasi!
Ah, will that Ancient Prime ever revisit this earth?
From the shoreless, unfathomed deep wilt thou ever rise again, with wet locks?
First in the First Dawn that Form will show!
In the startled gaze of the universe all thy limbs will weep,
The waters flowing from them!
Suddenly the vast Sea, in songs never heard before,
Will thunder with its waves!
She will not return, she will not return! That Moon of Glory has set,
She has made her home on the Mount of Setting,[8] has Urvasi!
Therefore to-day, on earth, with the joyous breath of Spring
Mingles the long-drawn sigh of some eternal separation!
On the night of full moon, when the world brims with laughter,
Memory, from somewhere far away, pipes a flute that brings unrest,
The tears gush out!
Yet in that weeping of the spirit Hope wakes and lives;
Ah, Unfettered One!
OPEN THOU THY DOOR OF MERCY
All my guilt of old, sin upon sin, put far, far away. Give, O Lord, give in my heart the melody of a new song.
To stir to life my withered, unfeeling heart, near to death and poor, play thy melody on the bīnā, taking ever a new tune.
As in Nature thy sweetness overflows, so let thy compassion wake in my heart.
In the midst of all things may thy loving face float before my eyes. May no rebel thought against thy wish ever wake in my heart.
Day by day, before I set foot in life’s forest, may I crave thy blessing and so advance, my Lord.
Setting thy commands upon my head, may I with unfaltering care accomplish my every task in the remembrance of thy feet.