Yet will I increase the strength of My daughter, for she goes into My garden.
Urusvati, dost thou hear? The burden will blossom with roses,
And the dewy grass will be arrayed with the morning rainbow.
Therefore, tire Me.
When I go into the garden of beauty, I fear no burden.
I ponder, I ponder, I ponder. (LOMG I (opens in new tab), 433)