"
"How!" they cried in surprise. "How can you hope to fulfil that
vow?"
"I am the poorest of you all," said Supriy?, "that is my
strength. I have my coffer and my store at each of your houses."
XXXII
My king was unknown to me, therefore when he claimed his tribute
I was bold to think I would hide myself leaving my debts unpaid.
I fled and fled behind my day's work and my night's dreams.
But his claims followed me at every breath I drew.
Thus I came to know that I am known to him and no place left
which is mine.
Now I wish to lay my all before his feet, and gain the right to
my place in his kingdom.
XXXIII
When I thought I would mould you, an image from my life for men
to worship, I brought my dust and desires and all my coloured
delusions and dreams.
When I asked you to mould with my life an image from your heart
for you to love, you brought your fire and force, and truth,
loveliness and peace.
XXXIV
"Sire," announced the servant to the King, "the saint Narottam
has never deigned to enter your royal temple.
"He is singing God's praise under the trees by the open road.
The temple is empty of worshippers.
"They flock round him like bees round the white lotus, leaving
the golden jar of honey unheeded."
The King, vexed at heart, went to the spot where Narottam sat on
the grass.
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