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poetry to carry douhle meanings, of which each deepens
and explains the other, like the shot colours of a double-
woven cloth. There are .only four of you listening, and
to-night you think only of devotion to the Lord, for that
thought is in the singer's heart, and he is carried away by
his own emotion and neither sees nor thinks of you. And
yet if one in his heart thinks only of his beloved on earthr
for him too is each love the symbol and revelation of the
other.

I am mad for my beloved: they say, what say they ? Let them

say what they will!
Take me for a fool or a mad man ; they say, what say they ?

Let them say what they will!
1 have nothing to do with them,

Whether they be pleased with me or angry,
May one only be gracious to me !

They say, what say they ? Let them say what they will I
The Shaikh walks around his sanctuary ;

I offer up myself at thy altar,
Call it sanctuary or hovel.

They say, what say they ? Let them say what they will!
1 have gazed on the glory and sheen of the cheeks of my

beloved,

I am burnt up as a moth in the flame,
I am as one drunken :

They say, what say they ? Let them say what they will!

So simple is the cry ; but it tells alike of the love of
those great ones who " are so enchanted with the beauty
of the Creator of appearances, that they have nothing to<
clo with the beauty of appearance itself," and of those with
whom all the kingdoms of the earth weigh less than a
feather in the scale against one woman only, upon whom
their heart is set.

Even this is not the most wonderfxxl experience whick
Indian mxisic holds for those that have ears to hear.
There is a music which conies once or twice only to your
and which it is vain to seek. The very greatest of Indian
musicians are not professiorials, but wandering holy men,.