spotless fame among his fellows, on whom worship is bestowed as on the lotus, and in addition to this the graces of the jasmine. The village people could not endure it. So in families and in troops, one carrying a child, one accompanying her sister, one binding her hair, some preparing to do so, some with loose hair, came to give the news. "Bhramar, your happiness is gone!" Not one of them thought of Bhramar as a sorrowful, innocent girl parted from her husband.
Bhramar could endure no more. Closing her door, and rolling in the dust, she lay on the floor and wept, saying, "O Remover of doubt, dearer than life, thou art my doubt, thou art my faith, to-day of whom shall I inquire? What doubt have I? Yet they all say it. Why should every one say it if it be not true? You are not here; who will end my doubts? My suspicions are not removed; then why do I not die? Can I doubt and live? Why do I not die? Come back, lord of my life! Do not cast on me the reproach that I died without letting you know."
