Calcutta nr. 303
Very many the skirts of existence which every night the heavens
Fasten together & make holes in its pocket
Every day many periods of joy & sorrow
He draws from the water & carries below the earth.
O many's the vestment of being the heavens each night
Knit up and presently rend it in sunder outright!
O many's the glad thing and sad thing that Time to light
Still daily bringeth and beareth away from sight!