restless, and therefore all your mind is strained and warped in
that direction. When you are past this state of feverish
restlessness, everything will become quite easy.

SUDARSHANA. How is it that it is easy to you, who are a servant,
and so difficult to me, the Queen?

SURANGAMA. It is because I am a mere servant that no difficulty
baulks me. On the first day, when he left this room to my care,
saying, "Surangama, you will always keep this chamber ready for
me: this is all your task," then I did not say, even in thought,
"Oh, give me the work of those who keep the other rooms lighted."
No, but as soon as I bent all my mind to my task, a power woke
and grew within me, and mastered every part of me unopposed....
Oh, there he comes! ... he is standing outside, before the
door. Lord! O King!

SONG outside.

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Open your door. I am waiting.
The ferry of the light from the dawn to the dark is done for
the day,
The evening star is up.
Have you gathered your flowers, braided your hair,
And donned your white robe for the night?
The cattle have come to their folds and birds to their nests.
The cross paths that run to all quarters have merged into one
in the dark.
Open your door. I am waiting.