To know, to esteem, to feel and then to part Make life's tale to many a feeling heart.
S. T. Coleridge.
तन्त्री, नाद, कवित्त, रस, सरस राग रति रंग।
अनबूड़े बूड़े, तरे, जे बूड़े सब अंग॥
Our many thoughts and deeds, our life and love,
Our happiness, and all that we have been,
Immortally must live and burn and move,
When we shall be no more...............
Printed by S. N. Tandon at The City Press, Cawnpore.