He meets his human mother¹²

His earthly mother, the 'Rose of Rangpur' —
    Alas!
now lame is her mind.
"They say, my Auro is come, but where?
    Nowhere his face I find.

My lovely little boy Auro
    Can never be this youth,
With long hair and the eyes unknown."
    His mother's love and ruth.

A heartless fate allows him not
    To cherish; the sombre sea
Of woe between them lies to-day
    And devours reality.

"I am the mad son of a mother mad."
    This jest we see in his pen.
The Divine now plays His hide and seek
    With human thought and ken.