🧚 A Sleep and a Dream., part 6 · page 2

[1] There is here an untranslateable play on the word mriga-trishná, 'the thirst of the antelope,' i.e. the mirage of the desert, to which he compares her eyes.58

[2] i.e. the Himálaya mountain, of which, or rather whom, Párwati is the daughter, as her name signifies.59

[3] The Hindoos never had a Lucian, to laugh at their mythological contradictions.60 They were always too much under the spell.61

XII.62

The Other Body63

But in the meanwhile Shrí[1], when she abandoned the body in Indirálayá, flew in the twinkling of an eye to the Land of the Lotus of the Sun. And there she entered that other body, lying in a couch in the Palace hall.64 Then instantly she opened her eyes, and rose up, as if awaking from a dream.65 And she was filled with astonishment, terror, and dismay, when she found herself alone in the empty hall.66 And she exclaimed: Alas! what is this mystery, and how came I into this deserted hall, and in which quarter of the world am I, and what has become of my husband?67 Now do I see the terrible consequences of sins committed in a former birth.68 Alas! how am I to regain him, and where is he to be found?69 Surely we are like two tiny fishes in the infinite ocean of time.70 Yet even so, despair is unavailing.71 Did not Sítá recover Ráma, and Shakuntalá, Dushyanta, and Damayanti cross the ocean of separation, and repose on the shore in the shape of the embraces of Nala?72 Truly omnipotent is the power of love, and what love was ever greater than mine?73 For it passes on from body to body, and draws fresh fire from each new birth.74

Then she dressed herself in the white pall[2], and went hastily out of that empty palace, shrinking like a fawn at the echo of her own footsteps, and passed out of the gates, and ran through the deserted streets, down to the very edge of the sea.75 And there she stood with her bare feet lapped by the waves, looking out eagerly over the sea, with eyes that laughed at and shamed it of its blue.76 And it rose in agitation at her beauty, as if stirred by the moon, while the wind kissed her unaware, and played with her hair and clothes.77 Then she said: O Ocean, art thou too parted from someone, that thou heavest long drawn sighs?78 Art thou also wrenched with grief, that thou sprinklest me with the salt tears of thy spray?79

And as she gazed, there appeared tossing on the waves a ship, like the realization of her desire to cross the ocean in visible form.80 Now that ship belonged to a great merchant captain, who was returning home from a trading voyage.81 And when he saw a female figure standing alone on the shore, he came quickly in a boat to take her captive.82 But when he got to the shore, and saw the wonderful beauty of her dark blue eyes and snow white raiment, he was struck with wonder, and became afraid.83 And he said to her in awe: Surely thou art some divinity, and no mere mortal maiden.84 Tell me thy name, that I may know whom to adore.85 Then said Shrí: Sir, I am no divinity, but a king's daughter; and I am seeking for my husband.86 Carry me, of your kindness, over the sea, for I must find my way to Indirálayá.87 But hearing this, that merchant was overjoyed; for he thought: Indirálayá is in another quarter of the world, and I will be her husband.88 For he was drowned in the ocean of her eyes.89 So he said to her: O thou true daughter of a King, my ship is thine and all that it contains.90 Come now, and I will carry thee whithersoever thou wilt.91 So Shrí consented.92 And the merchant in his delight counted the whole world as a straw, thinking he had got her for a wife.93

So when he got to the ship, he said to her: Truly this husband of thine is a sorry rascal.94 Out upon him, who could leave such an incomparable beauty as thine to roam about the world without him!95 Forget him now, for I will be thy husband.96 Then said Shrí: This is impiety, nor is my husband to blame in this matter.97 Know, too, that to a good wife her husband is a deity.98 Then said the merchant: Thou shalt marry me whether thou wilt or not: and I care nothing for piety or impiety, but only for thy wonderful eyes.99 And now I have thee, I will keep thee.100 So he carried her in his ship, very carefully, closely guarded, to his own city, and shut her in an upper chamber of his house, hoping to prevail on her in course of time, neglecting his affairs.101

Then Shrí said to herself: Alas for my beauty, which is a curse and no blessing to me, in that it has placed me in the power of this headstrong merchant!102 Nevertheless, even so, I have got over the sea.103 And now, I must lose no time in escaping from this infatuated sinner, or worse things may come about.104 And she went to the window and looked out.105 Now by the ordinance of fate it so happened, that at that moment the King of that city was passing by on his elephant.106 So when she saw it, Shrí said to herself: There is my deliverance in the form of an elephant.107 And now I must sin a little, to save myself from greater guilt.108 Then she called to the _mahout_: Come nearer, O driver of the elephant: for I am anxious to taste the delight of riding on an elephant.109 And hearing this, the mahout looked at the King.110 And the King looked at the face of Shrí.111 And Shrí shot at the King a blue glance from her eye.112 And instantly the King lost his senses, and said to the _mahout_: Do as she bids thee.113 So the _mahout_ brought the elephant under the window, and Shrí let herself fall from the window on to his back.114 And she caught hold of the King to save herself from falling, and the King almost fainted from excess of joy, and the nectar of her touch.115 And without losing a moment, he carried her off to his palace, as delighted as if he had conquered the whole earth.116 But the merchant, when he found that she had gone, abandoned the body in his despair.117

Then as soon as they reached the palace, the King said to Shrí: What is thy name and family?118 Shrí said: I am a King's daughter from a far country, and my name is Shrí.119 Then said the King: Thou didst well to forsake that miserable trader for me.120 Should the lioness, forsooth! mate with the jackal?121 And now will I place thee, like a choice jewel, in the centre of my diadem, and thou shall be the very apex of the summit of my fortune[3].122 Then said Shrí: King, do not speak thus.123 For I am the wife of another.124 And I fled to thee for refuge, and not for frivolity: for yonder merchant would have made me his wife by force.125 So do me justice, and let me go: for I may not be a wife to thee.126