Gurajada Apparao

“ Her palm from 'neath her rosy check and touched
A Veena with flowerets decked, charmed the wood;
Chorus : With power and pelf so falsely fair,
The world is all to thee;
O speak no more; O speak no more,
The world is not for me. ”

“ Completely wearied with their fruitless search
Homeward retrace their cautious steps. 'Twas then
Upon a rock beneath a forest lime
That with a thousand eyes her fragnance wept,
Loud wailing lay, in agony deep, a prince
With severed legs and arms; and none was near
Except the workers of the deed who watched
With heavy, hearts from distance over the scene,
But who you shape than like a shadow walks
The nighted wood ? Some ghost whose haunts disturbed
The prince's wail ? Oh no ! it is the saint
Whom of at early morn the woodman meets
Crossing with speed of wind the forest tracts. ”