Arjuna

I woke in the morning and found that my dreams had distilled a gem.  I have no casket to inclose it, no king’s crown whereon to fix it, no chain from which to hang it, and yet have not the heart to throw it away.  My Kshatriya’s right arm, idly occupied in holding it, forgets its duties.

Enter Chitra.

Chitra

Tell me your thoughts, sir!

Arjuna

My mind is busy with thoughts of hunting today.  See, how the rain pours in torrents and fiercely beats upon the hillside.  The dark shadow of the clouds hangs heavily over the forest, and the swollen stream, like reckless youth, overleaps all barriers with mocking laughter.  On such rainy days we five brothers would go to the Chitraka forest to chase wild beasts.  Those were glad times.  Our hearts danced to the drumbeat of rumbling clouds.  The woods resounded with the screams of peacocks.  Timid deer could not hear our approaching steps for the patter of rain and the noise of waterfalls; the leopards would leave their tracks on the wet earth, betraying their lairs.  Our sport over, we dared each other to swim across turbulent streams on our way back home.  The restless spirit is on me.  I long to go hunting.

Chitra

First run down the quarry you are now following.  Are you quite certain that the enchanted deer you pursue must needs be caught?  No, not yet.  Like a dream the wild creature eludes you when it seems most nearly yours.  Look how the wind is chased by the mad rain that discharges a thousand arrows after it.  Yet it goes free and unconquered.  Our sport is like that, my love!  You give chase to the fleet-footed spirit of beauty, aiming at her every dart you have in your hands.  Yet this magic deer runs ever free and untouched.

Arjuna

My love, have you no home where kind hearts are waiting for your return?  A home which you once made sweet with your gentle service and whose light went out when you left it for this wilderness?

Chitra

Why these questions?  Are the hours of unthinking pleasure over?  Do you not know that I am no more than what you see before you?  For me there is no vista beyond.  The dew that hangs on the tip of a Kinsuka petal has neither name nor destination.  It offers no answer to any question.  She whom you love is like that perfect bead of dew.

Arjuna

Has she no tie with the world?  Can she be merely like a fragment
of heaven dropped on the earth through the carelessness of a
wanton god?

Chitra

Yes.

Arjuna

Ah, that is why I always seem about to lose you.  My heart is unsatisfied, my mind knows no peace.  Come closer to me, unattainable one!  Surrender yourself to the bonds of name and home and parentage.  Let my heart feel you on all sides and live with you in the peaceful security of love.

Chitra

Why this vain effort to catch and keep the tints of the clouds,
the dance of the waves, the smell of the flowers?

Arjuna

Mistress mine, do not hope to pacify love with airy nothings. 
Give me something to clasp, something that can last longer than
pleasure, that can endure even through suffering.

Chitra

Hero mine, the year is not yet full, and you are tired already!  Now I know that it is Heaven’s blessing that has made the flower’s term of life short.  Could this body of mine have drooped and died with the flowers of last spring it surely would have died with honour.  Yet, its days are numbered, my love.  Spare it not, press it dry of honey, for fear your beggar’s heart come back to it again and again with unsated desire, like a thirsty bee when summer blossoms lie dead in the dust.