FAREWELL TO THE DESERT 133 



I loved — I had to bid you farewell. These 

 eyes would gaze upon you again, but the day 

 was swiftly coming when I should have to 

 take leave of you for ever. But if when the 

 body dies the spirit still lives, this soul which 

 was nourished by your hand until it grew to a 

 stature sufficient to enable it to realise its own 

 littleness, will return and merge itself in your 

 immensity. 



