Oh, Khristna, I am coming,
⁠I can no more delay.
"My heart has flown to join thee,"
⁠How shall my footsteps stay?

Beloved, such thoughts have peril;
⁠The wish is in my mind
That I had fired the jungle,
⁠And left no leaf behind,—
Burnt all bamboos to ashes,
⁠And made their music mute,—
To save thee from the magic
⁠Of Khristna and his flute.