My beloved little child:
this is my last night in Europe,
in this great foreign, arrogant continent
where through my song and speech
and struggle I have won a place for India.

Now I am glad to set my face
homewards once more to serve India
with speech and song and struggle,
but the one poignant regret I have
is that I leave you behind—alone.

Commonwealth Literature Journal, Sarojini Naidu, Leilamani, Indian Women, Cyril Dabydeen, Countess Tolstoy.