In English
's grief-stricken message to
Among the , the foremost devotees of were and . Before left, he heard them address as the and pleaded for a vision of to assuage their grief-stricken hearts. asked , who was lying unconscious on a sand-dune, whether she had any message for . Recovering her senses, thought only of . She cried: Were you a tree, growing upwards, I would cling to you like a creeper; Were you a blossoming flower I would hover over you like a bee; Were you the mountain I would cascade like a river; Were you the boundless sky, I would be in you like a star; Were you the bottomless deep I would merge in you like a river; Where are you, Oh ? Whither have you gone, ! Have you no pity, ! !