from The Light of Asia

Fair goes the dancing when the sitar's tuned;
Tune us the sitar neither low nor high,
And we will dance away the hearts of men.
The string o'er stretched breaks, and the music flies;
The string o'er slack is dumb, and the music dies.
Tune us the sitar neither low nor high.
-Edwin Arnold

Below the surface stream, shallow and light,
Of what we say and feel - below the surface stream,
As light, of what we think we feel, there flows
With noiseless current, strong, obscure and deep,
The central stream of what we feel indeed.
-Matthew Arnold