Note 331 — Chapter IV
Reading edition
Tigri, p. 123. Translated by me thus:
Ah, when will dawn that blissful day When I shall softly mount your stair, Your brothers meet me on the way, And one by one I greet them there! When comes the day, my staff, my strength, To call your mother mine at length? When will the day come, love of mine, I shall be yours and you be mine!