_Bishu_
What must I do then?
_Nandini_
Sing that song of waiting.
_Bishu_
(_Sings_)
_He who ever wants me through the ages,--
is it not he who sits to-day by my wayside?
I seem to remember a glimpse I had of his face,
in the twilight dusk of some ancient year.
Is it not he who sits to-day by the wayside?_
_Nandini_
Bishu, when you sing I cannot help feeling that I owe you much, but
have never given anything to you.
_Bishu_
I shall decorate my forehead with the mark of your never-giving, and
go my way. No little-giving for me, in return for my song! Where will
you go now?
_Nandini_
To the wayside by which Rañjan is coming.
[_They go._
(_The Governor and a Headman
come in._)
_Governor_
No, we can’t possibly allow Rañjan to enter this parish.
_Headman_