🧚 A Sleep and a Dream., part 4 · page 2

Then Ulupí screamed, like a wounded elephant.57 And she seized him by the arm and shook him violently, and exclaimed: Hast thou a stone within thy breast, instead of a heart, that my beauty cannot touch thee?58 For I know that I am beautiful, and there is not beauty like mine in the three worlds.59 And Umra-Singh looked at her, and wondered, for her fury made her more lovely than before.60 And he said: O daughter of a Daitya, thou speakest the truth: yet a vessel that is full can hold no more, be the liquor what it may, and such is my heart.61 Let me now pass by thee, as undeserving thy regard: for I am bound for the Land of the Lotus of the Sun. Then said Ulupí, with a stamp of her foot: Fool! thou shall never see that Lotus Land.62

And she looked at him with a jeering laugh: and instantly she sat down, and wound herself up in her long hair, and began to weep.63 And as she wept, the tears ran down from her eyes like a river, and fell into the lake.64 Immediately the lake began to rise and swell, and flood the wood with water.65 And as Umra-Singh stood gazing at her with astonishment, he found himself standing in a vast marsh, with the trees of the forest for rushes.66 And he looked, and lo! suddenly that delusive daughter of a Daitya became a mist, and floated away over the water like vapour.67 And Umra-Singh heard her laughter dying away in the distance as she went, and he was left alone in the wood, with the water up to his waist.68

[1] The Creator.69

[2] From which the sandal wood comes.70

[3] A kind of demon, '_a son of Dili_.'71 (Pronounce _dait-_ as _white_.72

[4] A reminiscence of Bharirihari.73

[5] Nothing can translate _bálá_.74 It means child, woman, beauty, _beauté-de-diable_.75

[6] Wishnu's great breast-jewel (_Kou_ as _cow_).76

[7] This word here used may mean either a bee or a lover or a wanderer (_bhramara_).77

VII.78

The Silver Swans79

And as the water kept on rising, rising, Umra-Singh said to himself: Extraordinary is the guile of women, and copious their tears, but this daughter of a Daitya surely surpasses them all.80 For who ever heard of tears that, like rivers, could flood a quarter of the world?81 But in the meanwhile, before I find my death in these rising waters, it is better to take refuge in a tree.82 So he climbed up into a tree, and looked out over the water, on which the mist hung in the moonlight like a curtain of silver on a floor of lapis-lazuli.83 And he said to himself: Is this merely an illusion, or rather, is not this wood well named, being in very truth the matted hair of the great god, with these trees for hairs, and this water for the Ganges that wanders among them[1], and yonder moon the very ornament of the moon-crested god?84 But this water goes on rising, and I must ascend higher into the tree.85

So he climbed up, and up, and as he climbed, the water rose after him, higher and higher, until at last he could see nothing but the water, and the moon, and the tree that stretched away above him into the sky.86 And as he went, he said to himself: Up I must go, for there is no other resource: and now, unless like the husband of Shrí[2], I could save myself on the back of a tortoise from this very sea of water, I must surely be destroyed.87 For unless this extraordinary tree has no top, I must presently reach it, and meet with my death at the same time.88 And even without the water, as to how I am to get down again, I have not an idea.89 So he continued to climb and climb, while the water rose, and the moon sank, and the night gradually came to an end.90

And then the sun rose over the eastern mountain, and began like himself to climb up into the sky.91 And the sweat poured from his limbs, and at last he stopped, overcome with fatigue.92 And he said to himself: Now I can go no further.93 Since I must now in any case perish, why should I go on climbing in vain?94 For surely I am on the very roof of the world, and alone with the sun in the sky.95

And as he looked down, suddenly he saw before him no water and no tree, and his head grew dizzy, and his vision swam, and he could scarcely believe his eyes.96

For he stood on the peak of a high mountain, in the very zenith of the sky.97 And all round him, and all before him, and behind him, was a vast desert of burning sand, that stretched away to the very limit of the range of sight, and on its edges rested the quarters of heaven.98 And it glowed in the fire of the sun's rays like a furnace, and was furrowed and pitted with holes and chasms; and its surface rose and fell, as he watched it, like a woman's breast, and it looked as if it were alive, though it was in truth the home of death.99 And as he gazed, he saw, how over it there crawled swiftly living things with pointed tails, of the colour of sand, which entered the desert by the holes, and issued from them, and at length stood still, and became invisible, save that their tails never rested, and their bright eyes stood out of the sand to watch.100 And it seemed to Umra-Singh, in the loneliness of that vast solitude, that all those hideous Eyes sought him out, and fastened on him, and rested on him alone, saying to him as it were: Thou canst not escape.101

And then he said to himself: Now there is indeed no help for me, and beyond a doubt, my end has come.102 For to remain here is impossible, and equally certain the death that lies, either in going forward or going back.103 And yet I could wish to die, if at all, not in the presence of eyes such as these, but in the colour of the eyes of Shrí.104 Yet how shall I escape the vigilance of yonder dreadful Dwellers in the Sand, wading with difficulty in its substance that will sink under my feet like the waves of the sea, but over which they scud like the shadow of a cloud?105