Hau Kiou choaan | ||
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XIX.
On a person sailing home after long
absence[41]
.
The heart, eagerly bent, flieth to the mark,
like an arrow.
The bark runneth along the water, swifter, than the shuttle
Over the loom of a weaver, who is in haste to finish his work.
The bark runneth along the water, swifter, than the shuttle
Over the loom of a weaver, who is in haste to finish his work.
Hau Kiou choaan | ||