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