In the forest of my being the voice of your lute...

By Dhan Gopal Mukerji

In the forest of my being the voice of your lute;

In the depth of my heart the pearl of your tear;

In the temple of my soul chimes the bell of your love.

The fire of dawn, shadow of eve,

Life's sorrow, and death's mute-enchanting peace

Steal away silently, fearfully, at thy flute's music.