Enter MADANA and VASANTA.

Ah, god of love, what fearful flame is this with which thou hast
enveloped me! I burn, and I burn whatever I touch.


Madana

I desire to know what happened last night.


Chitra

At evening I lay down on a grassy bed strewn with the petals of
spring flowers, and recollected the wonderful praise of my beauty
I had heard from Arjuna;--drinking drop by drop the honey that I
had stored during the long day. The history of my past life like
that of my former existences was forgotten. I felt like a
flower, which has but a few fleeting hours to listen to all the
humming flatteries and whispered murmurs of the woodlands and
then must lower its eyes from the Sky, bend its head and at a
breath give itself up to the dust without a cry, thus ending the
short story of a perfect moment that has neither past nor future.


Vasanta

A limitless life of glory can bloom and spend itself in a