chitra, a play in one act-第3章
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am watching and thinking。
Chitra
What are you thinking； sir？
Arjuna
I am thinking that you； with this same lightness of touch and
sweetness； are weaving my days of exile into an immortal wreath；
to crown me when I return home。
Chitra
Home！ But this love is not for a home！
Arjuna
Not for a home？
Chitra
No。 Never talk of that。 Take to your home what is abiding and
strong。 Leave the little wild flower where it was born； leave it
beautifully to die at the day's end among all fading blossoms and
decaying leaves。 Do not take it to your palace hall to fling it
on the stony floor which knows no pity for things that fade and
are forgotten。
Arjuna
Is ours that kind of love？
Chitra
Yes； no other！ Why regret it？ That which was meant for idle
days should never outlive them。 Joy turns into pain when the
door by which it should depart is shut against it。 Take it and
keep it as long as it lasts。 Let not the satiety of your evening
claim more than the desire of your morning could earn。 。 。 。 The
day is done。 Put this garland on。 I am tired。 Take me in your
arms； my love。 Let all vain bickerings of discontent die away at
the sweet meeting of our lips。
Arjuna
Hush！ Listen； my beloved； the sound of prayer bells from the
distant village temple steals upon the evening air across the
silent trees！
SCENE V
Vasanta
I CANNOT keep pace with thee； my friend！ I am tired。 It is a
hard task to keep alive the fire thou hast kindled。 Sleep
overtakes me； the fan drops from my hand； and cold ashes cover
the glow of the fire。 I start up again from my slumber and with
all my might rescue the weary flame。 But this can go on no
longer。
Madana
I know； thou art as fickle as a child。 Ever restless is thy play
in heaven and on earth。 Things that thou for days buildest up
with endless detail thou dost shatter in a moment without regret。
But this work of ours is nearly finished。 Pleasure…winged days
fly fast； and the year； almost at its end； swoons in rapturous
bliss。
SCENE VI
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。
SCENE VII
Madana
TONIGHT is thy last night。
Vasanta
The loveliness of your body will return tomorrow to the
inexhaustible stores of the spring。 The ruddy tint of thy lips
freed from the memory of Arjuna's kisses； will bud anew as a pair
of fresh asoka leaves； and the soft； white glow of thy skin will
be born again in a hundred fragrant jasmine flowers。
Chitra
O gods； grant me this my prayer！ Tonight； in its last hour let
my beauty flash its brightest； like the final flicker of a dying
flame。
Madana
Thou shalt have thy wish。
SCENE VIII
Villagers
WHO will protect us now？
Arjuna
Why； by what danger are you threatened？
Villagers
The robbers are pouring from the northern hills like a mountain
flood to devastate our village。
Arjuna
Have you in this kingdom no warden？
Villagers
Princess Chitra was the terror of all evil doers。 While she was
in this happy land we feared natural deaths； but had no other
fears。 Now she has gone on a pilgrimage； and none knows where to
find her。
Arjuna
Is the warden of this country a woman？
Villagers
Yes； she is our father and mother in one。
＇Exeunt。
Enter CHITRA。
Chitra
Why are you sitting all alone？
Arjuna
I am trying to imagine what kind of woman Princess Chitra may be。
I hear so many stories of her from all sorts of men。
Chitra
Ah； but she is not beautiful。 She has no such lovely eyes as
mine； dark as death。 She can pierce any target she will； but not
our hero's heart。
Arjuna
They say that in valour she is a man； and a woman in tenderness。
Chitra
That； indeed； is her greatest misfortune。 When a woman is merely
a woman； when she winds herself round and round men's hearts with
her smiles and sobs and services and caressing endearments； then
she is happy。 Of what use to her are learning and great
achievements？ Could you have seen her only yesterday in the
court of the Lord Shiva's temple by the forest path； you would
have passed by without deigning to look at her。 But have you
grown so weary of woman's beauty that you seek in her for a man's
strength？
With green leaves wet from the spray of the foaming waterfall； I
have made our noonday bed in a cavern dark as night。 There the
cool of the soft green mosses thick on the black and dripping
stone； kisses your eyes to sleep。 Let me guide you thither。
Arjuna
Not today； beloved。
Chitra
Why not today？
Arjuna
I have heard that a horde of robbers has neared the plains。
Needs must I go and prepare my weapons to protect the frightened
villagers。
Chitra
You need have no fear for them。 Before she started on her
pilgrimage； Princess Chitra had set strong guards at all the
frontier passes。
Arjuna
Yet permit me for a short while to set about a Kshatriya's work。
With new glory will I ennoble this idle arm； and make of it a
pillow more worthy of your head。
Chitra
What if I refuse to let you go； if I keep you entwined in my
arms？ Would you rudely snatch yourself free and leave me？ Go
then！ But you must know that the liana； once broken in two；
never joins again。 Go； if your thirst is quenched。 But； if not；
then remember that the goddess of pleasure is fickle； and waits
for no man。 Sit for a while； my lord！ Tell me what uneasy
thoughts tease you。 Who occupied your mind today？ Is it Chitra？
Arjuna
Yes； it is Chitra。 I wonder in fulfilment of what vow she h
