:30:07
The wind has tilted
:30:10
the Picture on the wall
:30:16
Unlike that monsoon's lost hours
:30:21
Who knows how, who can say cracks
have eaten the walls away.
:30:28
The wall's damP is like a wan face
On which a lifetime's tears race
:30:34
The rains have come
glorious flowers
:30:43
From Mathura a Palanquin
on four shoulders
:31:00
Where is my golden love this hour?
:31:12
The courtyard is so lonely
:31:19
The heavy monsoon shower down the
roof Pours in frenzied Power
:31:30
On the wet windowPane The
rain writes again and again
:31:35
Winding its way Over the
glass in tearful Pain
:31:49
From my eyes endless tears flow
:31:57
In a stream that like
the Ganges shows