Garden: Drawn by the love of music...

Drawn by the love of music, the deer moves forward: she dies as she listens to the music, yet she shrinks not in fear. The widowed wife sits by the body of her dead husband: she is not afraid of the fire. Put away all fear for this poor body.

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Next: This is the end of a path, but not the end of the garden. Return to the beginning: would you like to follow the FLUTE, or answer the call of the VEENA?

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[Source: RT 64 (partial); 1.117. sâîn se lagan kathin hai, bhâî]

widowed wife. This refers to the practice of suttee, named for Sati, the goddess who was the wife of the god Shiva.

Here is the full poem:

LXIV

I. 117. sâîn se lagan kathin hai, bhâî

  Now hard it is to meet my Lord!
  The rain-bird wails in thirst for the rain: almost she dies of
    her longing, yet she would have none other water than the
    rain.
  Drawn by the love of music, the deer moves forward: she dies as
    she listens to the music, yet she shrinks not in fear.
  The widowed wife sits by the body of her dead husband: she is not
    afraid of the fire.
  Put away all fear for this poor body.