Wherefore slew I the stranger? He brought me dishonour.
I saddled my mare Bijli. I set him upon her.
I gave him rice and goat’s flesh. He bared me to laughter;
When he was gone from my tent, swift I followed after,
Taking a sword...
They burnt a corpse upon the sand—
The light shone out afar;
It guided home the plunging boats
That beat from Zanzibar.
Spirit of Fire, where’er Thy altars rise,
Thou art Light of Guidance to our eyes!
Salsette* Boat-Song.
There is hope...
Cry ‘Murder!’ in the market-place, and each
Will turn upon his neighbour anxious eyes
That ask— ‘Art thou the man?’ We hunted Cain,
Some centuries ago, across the world.
That bred the fear our own misdeeds maintain
To-day.
Vibart’s Moralities.
Shakespeare says something about...
I am dying for you, and you are dying for another.
Punjabi Proverb.
When the Gravesend tender* left the P. & O. steamer for Bombay and went back to catch the tram to Town, there were many people in it crying....
When Man and Woman are agreed, what can the Kazi* do?
Proverb.
Some people say that there is no romance in India. Those people are wrong. Our lives hold quite as much romance as is good for us. Sometimes more.
Strickland was in the...
And some are sulky, while some will plunge.
(So ho! Steady! Stand still, you!)
Some you must gentle, and some you must lunge.*
(There! There! Who wants to kill you?)
Some—there are losses in every trade—
Will break their hearts ere...