KASHMIR VALLEYS 39 



Bride. 



Would that the music ceased and the night drew round us, 

 With its solitude, shadow, and sound of closing door. 



Passing Mendicant. 



Out of the joy of your marriage feast, 



Oh, brothers be good to me, 

 The way is long and the shrine is far 



Where my weary feet would be. 



For feasting is always somewhat sad 



To those outside the door ; 

 Still, love is only a dream, and life 



Itself is hardly more. 



