On the day
when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying,
and I knew
it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained
unheeded.
Only now and
again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from
my dream and
felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the south
wind.
That vague
sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it
seemed to me
that is was the eager breath of the summer seeking
for its
completion.
I knew not
then that it was so near, that it was mine, and that
this perfect sweetness had
blossomed in the depth of my own heart
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