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Waiting for the food of my heart. Long has the small appetite of my badjing been sated; Long has he returned to his little nest; But still my soul And my heart are very sad Adinda!”

Still there was nobody on the path leading from Badoer to the Ketapan

Saïdjah caught sight of a butterfly which seemed to enjoy itself in the increasing warmth

See how the butterfly flutters everywhere: His wings glisten like s flower of many colours; His heart is in love with the blossoms of the kenari, Certainly he looks for his fragrant sweetheart. Much joy, my butterfly,—I give you hail! You will surely find what you seek; But I am sitting alone near the Djati-wood, Waiting for what my heart loves: Long since has the butterfly kissed The kenari blossom which it loves so well; But still my soul And my heart are very sad Adinda!”

And still there was no one on the path leading from Badoer to the Ketapan.

The sun began to rise high,-there was warmth in the air.

See how the sun glitters on high, High above the waringi —hill! He feels too warm and wishes to descend, To sleep in the sea as in the arms of a spouse.