If the day is done If brids sing no more If the wind has flagged tired Then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me Even as thou has twrapt the earth with The cover let of sleep and tenderly closed The petals of the drooping lotus at dusk.
From the traveler Whose sack of provisions is empty before the voyage is ended Whose garment is torn and dust-laden Whose strenght is exhaustedremove shame and poverty And renew his life like a flower under The cover of thy kindly night.