Canto 11Saraswati with the Lotus
Book 1. Part One - England and Baroda 1883 – 1898
(Bankim Chandra Chatterji. Obiit 1894)
Thy tears fall fast, O mother, on its bloom,
O white-armed mother, like honey fall thy tears;
Yet even their sweetness can no more relume
5The golden light, the fragrance heaven rears,
The fragrance and the light for ever shed
Upon his lips immortal who is dead.