Chitra

Scene II

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Arjuna

WAS I dreaming or was what I saw by the lake truly there?

Sitting on the mossy turf, I mused over bygone years in the

sloping shadows of the evening, when slowly there came out from

the folding darkness of foliage an apparition of beauty in the

perfect form of a woman, and stood on a white slab of stone at

the water's brink. It seemed that the heart of the earth must

heave in joy under her bare white feet. Methought the vague

veilings of her body should melt in ecstasy into air as the

golden mist of dawn melts from off the snowy peak of the eastern

hill. She bowed herself above the shining mirror of the lake and

saw the reflection of her face. She started up in awe and stood

still; then smiled, and with a careless sweep of her left arm

unloosed her hair and let it trail on the earth at her feet. She

bared her bosom and looked at her arms, so flawlessly modelled,

and instinct with an exquisite caress. Bending her head she

saw the sweet blossoming of her youth and the tender bloom and

blush of her skin. She beamed with a glad surprise. So, if the

white lotus bud on opening her eyes in the morning were to arch

her neck and see her shadow in the water, would she wonder at

herself the livelong day. But a moment after the smile passed

from her face and a shade of sadness crept into her eyes. She

bound up her tresses, drew her veil over her arms, and sighing

slowly, walked away like a beauteous evening fading into the

night. To me the supreme fulfilment of desire seemed to have

been revealed in a flash and then to have vanished. . . . But who

is it that pushes the door?

Enter CHITRA, dressed as a woman.

Ah! it is she. Quiet, my heart! . . . Fear me not, lady! I am

a Kshatriya.

Chitra

Honoured sir, you are my guest. I live in this temple. I know

not in what way I can show you hospitality.

Arjuna

Fair lady, the very sight of you is indeed the highest

hospitality. If you will not take it amiss I would ask you a

question.

Chitra

You have permission.

Arjuna

What stern vow keeps you immured in this solitary temple,

depriving all mortals of a vision of so much loveliness?

Chitra

I harbour a secret desire in my heart, for the fulfilment of

which I offer daily prayers to Lord Shiva.

Arjuna

Alas, what can you desire, you who are the desire of the whole

world! From the easternmost hill on whose summit the morning sun

first prints his fiery foot to the end of the sunset land have I

travelled. I have seen whatever is most precious, beautiful and

great on the earth. My knowledge shall be yours, only say for

what or for whom you seek.

Chitra

He whom I seek is known to all.

Arjuna

Indeed! Who may this favourite of the gods be, whose fame has

captured your heart?

Chitra

Sprung from the highest of all royal houses, the greatest of all

heroes is he.

Arjuna

Lady, offer not such wealth of beauty as is yours on the altar of

false reputation. Spurious fame spreads from tongue to tongue

like the fog of the early dawn before the sun rises. Tell me who

in the highest of kingly lines is the supreme hero?

Chitra

Hermit, you are jealous of other men's fame. Do you not know

that all over the world the royal house of the Kurus is the most

famous?

Arjuna

The house of the Kurus!

Chitra

And have you never heard of the greatest name of that far-famed

house?

Arjuna

From your own lips let me hear it.

Chitra

Arjuna, the conqueror of the world. I have culled from the

mouths of the multitude that imperishable name and hidden it with

care in my maiden heart. Hermit, why do you look perturbed? Has

that name only a deceitful glitter? Say so, and I will not

hesitate to break this casket of my heart and throw the false gem

to the dust.

Arjuna

Be his name and fame, his bravery and prowess false or true, for

mercy's sake do not banish him from your heart--for he kneels at

your feet even now.

Chitra

You, Arjuna!

Arjuna

Yes, I am he, the love-hungered guest at your door.

Chitra

Then it is not true that Arjuna has taken a vow of chastity for

twelve long years?

Arjuna

But you have dissolved my vow even as the moon dissolves the

night's vow of obscurity.

Chitra

Oh, shame upon you! What have you seen in me that makes you

false to yourself? Whom do you seek in these dark eyes, in these

milk-white arms, if you are ready to pay for her the price of

your probity? Not my true self, I know. Surely this cannot be

love, this is not man's highest homage to woman! Alas, that this

frail disguise, the body, should make one blind to the light of

the deathless spirit! Yes, now indeed, I know, Arjuna, the fame

of your heroic manhood is false.

Arjuna

Ah, I feel how vain is fame, the pride of prowess! Everything

seems to me a dream. You alone are perfect; you are the wealth

of the world, the end of all poverty, the goal of all efforts,

the one woman! Others there are who can be but slowly known.

While to see you for a moment is to see perfect completeness

once and for ever.

Chitra

Alas, it is not I, not I, Arjuna! It is the deceit of a god.

Go, go, my hero, go. Woo not falsehood, offer not your great

heart to an illusion. Go.

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