🧚 A Sleep and a Dream., part 3 · page 2

Then said the Wairágí: Rajpoot, thou hast opened my eyes.69 Learn now from me a portion of thy own way.70 And he lay down on the ground, and suddenly abandoning the form of a hermit, became a weasel, which stuck out at Umra-Singh a long red tongue, and entered the ground by a hole, and disappeared.71 And as Umra-Singh stooped down to examine the hole, he saw the Wairágí again beside him in his old shape, save that he continued to stick out of his mouth the weasel's tongue.72 And he said, angrily: What is this delusion of a weasel, and why dost thou stick out thy tongue?73 Then said the Wairágí: Ho! ho!74 I have shown thee a way for a way, and one riddle for another.75 And now, tell me the Way of a Woman, and learn yet another third of thy own road.76

Then Umra-Singh said to himself: Surely this is no hermit, but a vile Rákshasa, who only seeks to delude me.77 Nevertheless, I will give him an answer, for the sake of my way, and the blue light in the eyes of Shrí.78 And he said to the Wairágí: Know, then, that the Way of a Woman is this: There dwelt long ago, in the Windhya forest, an old Rishi.79 And the gods, being jealous of his austerities, sent to interrupt his devotions a heavenly nymph.80 Then that old Rishi, overcome by her beauty, yielded to the temptation, and had by her a daughter.81 But afterwards, repenting of his fall, he burned out his eyes with a fiery cane, saying: Perish, ye causes of perishable illusions: and so became blind.82 Then his daughter grew up alone with that old blind sage in the forest.83 And she was more beautiful than any woman in the three worlds.84 Verily, had the God of Love seen her, he would instantly have abandoned Rati and Príti[6], counting them but as her domestic servants.85 And she dressed in bark garments, with no mirror but the pools of the forest.86 Then one day a crow that was acquainted with cities came to her and said: Why dost thou live here, with no companion but an old blind father, who cannot even see thee, and does not know the value of his pearl?87 The whole world does not contain a beauty equal to thine.88 Go and show thyself in cities, and I tell thee, the Kings of the earth would quit their kingdoms, and follow thee about like a swarm of bees.89 Then said the Rishi's daughter: And who, then, would fetch for my father his sacrificial fuel, or water to cook his cakes of rice and milk?90 And she drove away the crow, and lived on in the forest, serving her father, and at the last became old, and died in the forest, and no man ever saw her face.91

Then said the Wairágí: Thou foolish Rajpoot, I asked thee for the Way of a Woman, and thou hast told me the Way of Emancipation.92 Then said Umra-Singh: Thou miserable root-eater, since the creation every woman has sacrificed herself for another, or else she was not a woman, for this is the nature of them all.93 Then said the Wairágí: Learn now from me, another portion of thy own way.94 And as Umra-Singh watched him, suddenly that deceitful Wairágí became a bat, and stuck out at him again his tongue, and flew away through the trees.95 And Umra-Singh said to himself: Beyond a doubt this is no ascetic, but the very King of Rákshasas; nevertheless, he shall tell me my road, if he comes again, or it shall be the worse for him.96 And suddenly again he saw the Wairágí standing by his side, and sticking out at him, as before, his tongue.97 And he said to Umra-Singh: Now thou hast only to tell me the Way of Salvation, and thy own way will be clear before thee.98

Then said Umra-Singh: Thou art but an old Rákshasa; nevertheless, once more will I give thee an answer, for the sake of my way, and the colour of the eyes of Shrí.99 Know, that the Way of Emancipation is this: There was formerly a King of the race of the Sun, and he was very old, and all his hair was as white as the uppermost peak of the Snowy mountain.100 And one day he looked from his palace window, and saw in the street a child, drawing behind it a toycart.101 And the cart fell, and was broken, and the child cried over its broken toy.102 Now it happened, by the ordinance of fate, that long ago, when he was himself a child, exactly the same thing had happened to that old King.103 And as he looked at the child, suddenly the years were annihilated, and became as nothing.104 And like a picture he saw before him, the image of himself, a child.105 And seized with grief, and an unutterable longing for the repetition of his life, he exclaimed: O Maheshwara, Maheshwara, let me live my life again.106 Then suddenly Maheshwara stood before him, and laughed, and said: Remember thy former births.107 And suddenly memory came upon that old King, and out of the darkness of the past there rose before him the series of his former lives.108 And Maheshwara said: See, nine and ninety times, in nine and ninety births, thou hast made of me the same request, and now this is a hundred.109 And every time I have given thee thy wish, in vain.110 For every time thou hast forgotten, and hast known the value of thy youth only after becoming old.111 Then said the old King: How, then, can emancipation be obtained?112 Maheshwara said: It depends not on time, but knowledge: and even an instant can bring it when ten thousand years have failed.113 And thou hast but a little left of life, yet even to thee knowledge may come before the end.114 Then he disappeared.115 Now that old King had a daughter whom he loved better than his own soul.116 And, even while he spoke with Maheshwara, she was bitten by a snake and died, and he did not know it, for they feared to tell him.117 So he went as usual to see his daughter.118 And when he entered her room, he looked, and saw her lying still.119 And as he watched her, there came a fly, which buzzed about her, and settled on her lips.120 Then horror came on that old King, and illusion fell suddenly from his eyes, and the desire of life was destroyed in him at its root.121 And he turned, and went without waiting to the Ganges, and remained there a few years washing away his crimes, like one to whom life and death are the same, and at last entered the river, and it drowned him, and carried his body out to sea.122