the hair, the hair-string is made. Oh! how beautiful the hair is; it is like unto that of the Goddess Kali. The face is as the lotus, always smiling. People may say whatever they choose to one whom they do not like. I don't attend to that. For my part, I feel pleasure when I see the face of the youngest Bou. I consider the youngest Bou in the same light, as I do Bipin. The youngest Bou loves me as her own mother.
Saralota enters with a braid in her hand.
Saralota. My sister, just see whether I have been able to make the under part of this braid? Is it not made?
Soirindri. (Seeing the braid.) Yes, now it is well made. O! my sister, this part is made somewhat bad; the yellow does not look well after the red colour.
Saralota. I wove it by observing your braid.
Soirindri. Is the yellow after the red in that?
Saralota. No; in that the green is after the red. But because my green thread is finished, therefore I placed the yellow after that.
Soirindri. You were not able, I see, to wait for the market-day. I see, my sister, every thing is in haste with you. As it is said, "Hurry is in Brindabun; but as soon as the desire rises, there is no more waiting."[1]
Saralota. Oh! What fault have I committed for that? Can that be got in the market? At the last market-day, my mother-in-law sent for it; but that was not got.
Soirindri. When they write a letter this time to my husband's brother, we shall send to ask for threads of various colours.
Saralota. Sister, how many days are there still remaining of this month.
- ↑ This is only a quotation, explaining, by an example, the eagerness of the mind when the desire is once excited.
