When Day Is Done
the day is done ,
birds sing no more .
the wind has fiagged tired ,
draw the veil of darkness thick upon me ,
as thou hast wrapt the earth with The coverlet of sleep and tenderly closed ,
petals of the drooping lotus at dusk.
sack of provisions is empty before the voyage is ended ,
garment is torn and dust-laden ,
strength is exhausted,remove shame and poverty ,
renew his life like a flower under
cover of thy kindly night .