Part 22 (1/2)
_Leader_
He is a dream.
Then you are the real?
_Leader_
Yes.
And we are the real?
_Leader_
Yes.
Those who saw you from behind imagined you in all kinds of shapes.
We didn't recognize you through the dust.
You seemed old.
And then you came out of the cave,--and now you look like a boy.
It seems just as if we had seen you for the first time.
_Chandra_
You are first every time. You are first over and over again.
_Leader_
Chandra! You must own your defeat. You couldn't catch the Old Man.
_Chandra_
Let our festival begin. The sun is up.
Minstrel, if you keep so still, you will swoon away. Sing something.
(_The Minstrel sings._)
_I lose thee, to find thee back again and again, My beloved.
Thou leavest me, that I may receive thee all the more, when thou returnest.
Thou canst vanish behind the moment's screen Only because thou art mine for evermore, My beloved.
When I go in search of thee, my heart trembles, spreading ripples across my love.
Thou smilest through thy disguise of utter absence, and my tears sweeten thy smile._
Do you hear the hum?