The Definition of Love - Andrew Marvel

 THE DEFINITION OF LOVE – ANDREW MARVEL

 

My love is of a birth as rare

As ’tis for object strange and high:

It was begotten by Despair

Upon Impossibility.

 

Magnanimous Despair alone

Could show me so divine a thing,

Where feeble Hope could ne’er have flown

But vanity flapt its tinsel wing.

 

And yet I quickly might arrive

Where my extended soul is fixt,

But fate does iron wedges drive,

And always crowds itself betwixt.

 

For Fate with jealous eye does see

Two perfect loves: nor lets them close:

Their union would her ruin be,

And her tyrannic pow’r depose.

 

And therefore, her decrees of steel

Us as the distant poles have placed,

(Though Love’s whole world on us doth wheel)

Not by themselves to be embraced. 

 

Unless the giddy heaven fall,

And earth some new convulsion tear;

And, us to join, the world should all

Be cramped into a planisphere.

 

As lines so loves oblique may well

Themselves in every angle greet:

But ours so truly parallel,

Though infinite can never meet.

 

Therefore the love which us doth bind,

But Fate so enviously debars,

Is the conjunction of the mind,

And opposition of the stars. 

 

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The Definition of Love – Andrew Marvel

 

Andrew Marvell’s poem “The Definition of Love” is very much resembles to Joh Donne’s metaphysical lyrics. The poem depicts of love between souls and minds that is distinct from the physical body. The poem constitutes an exploration of love depicting two perfect yet irreconcilable loves — the love of the speaker and the love of his love. These two lovers are perfect in themselves, and they face each other in an opposition of perfection, but, according to the speaker’s formulation, the same condition prevents them meeting in the physical sphere. 

 

In the first stanza, the speaker makes an odd and striking claim — that his love is so unique and “rare” it must have been born of “Despair” and “Impossibility”, which is a surprisingly dark and tragic formulation of love. The speaker goes on to explain that only despair could have revealed this love to him, because it shows both the utter perfection of the love he feels, and at the same time, the impossibility of its physical fulfilment. Hence, the speaker constructs an oxymoron — “Magnanimous Despair” — as an attempt to bring his reader closer to understanding the nature of his love. 

 

Andrew Marvell further develops the speaker’s frustration at being separated from his beloved in stanza three, where the speaker elaborates upon the role of Fate. The speaker claims that his perfect love would lead him to the place where his “extended soul is fixed”, or in other words, would lead his body to the location where his soul is already connected to his beloved’s. However, Fate actively prevents this by erecting an “iron wedge” between the two lovers. The speaker then explains that Fate keeps the lovers from each other because it perceives their union as usurping its power. The speaker represents Fate as a tyrant with a “jealous eye” who desires to maintain control over the two perfect loves.

 

He goes on to say that Fate has given “decrees of steel” that place the two lovers distantly apart, which effectively prevents a perfect union of both their physical and spiritual love. The symbols of an iron wedge and a steel decree suggest Fate’s dominion over the hard, physical realities of the body, which contrasts sharply with the speaker’s claim that the lovers enjoy metaphysical perfection in their own transcendent love. 

 

Next, the speaker attempts to imagine the only conditions in which he and his lover might be physically united. These include the Heavens falling, an earthquake collapsing the Earth, or the entire planet being compressed into a flat plane. This speaker uses the paradoxical term “planisphere” for this imagined event. Each of these conditions is impossible, and as the speaker acknowledges this fact, he goes on to construct a new, geometrical conceit that contrasts the love of the speaker and his lady with a more typical love. Their love is like a pair of parallel lines— infinitely perfect as they extend— yet they shall never meet. Meanwhile common love is less perfect, like a pair of oblique lines, which by nature will eventually intersect.  

 

In the final stanza, Andrew Marvell delivers two definitions of the speaker’s love: it is both “the conjunction of the mind” and the “opposition of the stars”. This two-part definition encapsulates the divided nature of their love. On one hand, the image of the conjunction suggests proximity and harmony, while the image of opposition implies that their love implicitly refers to the power of Fate in the physical universe, which in this case, prevents the lovers from meeting on the place of material embodiment.  

 

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borrowed and edited 

The Express - Stephen Spender

THE EXPRESS – STEPHEN SPENDER

 

After the first powerful plain manifesto

The black statement of pistons, without more fuss

But gliding like a queen, she leaves the station.

Without bowing and with restrained unconcern

She passes the houses which humbly crowd outside,

 

The gasworks and at last the heavy page

Of death, printed by gravestones in the cemetery,

Beyond the town there lies the open country

Where, gathering speed, she acquires mystery,

The luminous self-possession of ships on ocean.

 

It is now she begins to sing— at first quite low

Then loud, and at last with a jazzy madness—

The song of her whistle screaming at curves,

Of deafening tunnels, brakes, innumerable bolts.

And always light, aerial, underneath

 

Goes the elate metre of her wheels.

Steaming through metal landscape on her lines

She plunges new eras of wild happiness

Where speed throws up strange shapes, broad curves

And parallels clean like the steel of guns. 

 

At last, further than Edinburgh or Rome,

Beyond the crest of the world, she reaches night

Where only a low streamline brightness

Of phosphorus on the tossing hills is white.

Ah, like a comet through flame she moves entranced

 

Wrapt in her music no bird song, no, nor bough

Breaking with honey buds, shall ever equal. 

 

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Malini - Rabindranath Tagore

 MALINI — RABINDRANATH TAGORE

 

MALINI:                    The moment has come for me, and my life, like the dew drop upon a lotus leaf, is trembling upon the heart of this great time. I shut my eyes and seem to hear the tumult of the sky, and there is an anguish in my heart, I know nor for what.

                        

(Enters QUEEN)

 

QUEEN:                     My child, what is this? Why do you forget to put on dresses that befit your beauty and youth? Where are your ornaments? My beautiful dawn, how can you absent the touch of gold from your limbs?

 

MALINI:                    Mother, there are some who are born poor, even in a king’s house. Wealth does not cling to those whose destiny it is to find riches in poverty.

 

QUEEN:                     That the child whose only language was the baby cry should talk to me in such riddles! —My heart quakes in fear when I listen to you. Where did you pick up your new creed, which goes against all our holy books? My child, they say that the Buddhist monks, from whom you take your lessons, practice black arts; that they cast their spell upon men’s minds, confounding them with lies. But I ask you, is religion a thing that one has to find by seeking? Is it not like sunlight, given to you for all days? I am a simple woman. I do not understand men’s creeds and dogmas. I only know that women’s true objects of worship come to their own arms, without asking, in the shape of their husbands and their children. 

 

                                    (Enters KING)

 

KING:                         My daughter, storm clouds are gathering over the King’s house. Go no farther along your perilous path. (pause) If only for a short time. 

 

QUEEN:                     What dark words are these?

 

KING:                         My foolish child, if you must bring your new creed into this land of the old, let it not come like a sudden flood threatening those who dwell on the bank. Keep your faith to your own self. Rake not up public hatred and mockery against it. 

 

QUEEN:                     Do not chide my girl and teach her the crookedness of your diplomacy. If my child should choose her own teachers and pursue her own path. I do not know who can blame her.  

 

KING:                         Queen, my people are agitated, they clamour for my daughter’s banishment.

 

QUEEN:                     Banishment? Of your own daughter?

 

KING:                         The Brahmins, frightened at her heresy, have combined, and —

 

QUEEN:                     Heresy indeed. Are all truths confined only in their musty, old books? Let them fling away their worm-eaten creeds and come and take their lessons from this child. I tell you, King, she is not a common girl, —she is flame of fire. Some divine spirit has taken birth in her. Do not despise her, lest some day you strike your forehead, and weep, and find her no more. 

 

MALINI:                    Father, grant to your people their request. The great moment las come. Banish me. 

 

KING:                         Why, child? What want do you feel in your father’s house?

 

MALINI:                    Listen to me, father. Those, who cry for my banishment, cry for me. Mother, I have no words in which to tell you what I have in my mind. Leave me without regret, like the tree that sheds its flowers unheeding. Let me go out to all men, —for the world has claimed me from the King’s hands.         

 

KING:                         Child, I do not understand you.

 

MALINI:                    Father, you are a King. Be strong and fulfil your mission.

 

QUEEN:                     Child, is there no place for you here, where you were born? Is the burden of the world waiting for your little shoulders?

 

MALINI:                    I dream, while I am awake, that the wind is wild, and the water is troubled; the night is dark, and the boat is moored in the haven. Where is the captain, who shall take the wanderers home? I feel I know the path, and the boat will thrill with life at my touch, and speed on.

 

QUEEN:                     Do you hear, King? Whose words are these? Do they come from this little girl? Is she your daughter, and have I born her? 

 

KING:                         Yes, even as the night bears the dawn, —the dawn that is not of the night, but of all the world.     

 

QUEEN:                     King, have you nothing to keep her bound to your house, —this image of light? —My darling, your hair has come loose on your shoulders. Let me bind it up. — Do they talk of banishment, King? If this be a part of their creed, then let come the new religion, and let those Brahmins be taught afresh what is truth. 

 

KING:                         Queen, let us take away our child from this balcony. Do you see the crowd gathering in the street? 

 

                                    (They all go out)

 

(Enter a crowd of BRAHMINS, in the street, before the palace balcony. They shout)

 

BRAHMINS:             Banishment of the King’s daughter!

 

KEMANKAR:            Friends, keep your resolution firm. The Woman, as an enemy, is to be dreaded more than all others. For reason is futile against her and forces are ashamed, man’s power gladly surrenders itself to her powerlessness, and she takes her shelter in the strongholds of our own hearts.

 

1^st BRAHMIN:           We must have audience with our King, to tell him that a snake has raised it poisonous hood from his own nest, and is aiming at the heart of our sacred religion.

 

SUPRIYA:                  Religion? I am stupid. I do not understand you. Tell me, sir, is it your religion that claims the banishment of innocent girl?

 

1^st BRAHMIN:           You are a marplot, Supriya, you are ever a hindrance to all our  enterprises.

 

2^nd BRAHMIN:          We have united in defence or our faith, and you come like a subtle rift in the wall, like a thin smile on the compressed lips of contempt.

 

SUPRIYA:                  You think that, by the force of numbers, you will determine truth, and drown reason by your united shouts?

 

1^st BRAHMIN:           This is rank insolence, Supriya.

 

SUPRIYA:                  The insolence is not mine but theirs who shape their scripture to fit their own narrow hearts.

 

2^nd BRAHMIN:          Drive him out. He is none of us.

 

1^st BRAHMIN:           We have all agreed upon the banishment of the Princess. —He who thinks differently, let him leave this assembly.

 

SUPRIYA:                  Brahmins, it was a mistake on your part to elect me as one of your leagues. I am neither your shadow, nor an echo of your texts. I never admit that truth sides with the shrillest voice and I am ashamed to own as mine a creed that depends on force for its existence. (To KEMANKAR) Dear friend, let me go.

 

KEMANKAR:            No, I will not. I know you are firm in your action, only doubting when you debate. Keep silence, my friend, for the time is evil.

 

SUPRIYA:                  Or all things the blind certitude of stupidity is the hardest to bear. To Think of saving your religion by banishing a girl from her home! But let me know what is her offence? Does she not maintain that truth and love are the body and soul of religion? If so, is that not the essence of all creeds?

 

KEMANKARI:          Religion is one in its essence, but different in its forms. The water is one, yet by its different banks it is bounded and preserved for different peoples. What if you have a well-spring of your own in your heart, spurn not your neighbours who must go for their draught of water to their ancestral pond with the green of gradual slopes mellowed by ages and its ancient trees bearing eternal fruit. 

 

SUPRIYA:                  I shall follow, my friend, as I have ever done in my life, and not argue.

 

                                    (Enters THIRD BRAHMIN)

 

3^rd BRAHMIN:           I have good news. Our words have prevailed, and the King’s army is about to take our side openly.

 

2^nd BRAHMIN:          The army? —I do not quite like it. 

 

1^st BRAHMIN:           Nor do i. It smells of rebellion.

 

2^nd BRAHMIN:          Kemankar, I am not for such extreme measures.

 

1^st BRAHMIN:           Our faith will give us victory, not our arms. Let us make penance, and recite sacred verses. Let us call on the names of our guardian gods.

 

2^nd BRAHMIN:          Come. Goddess, whose wrath is the sole weapon of thy worshippers, deign to take form and crush even to dust the blind pride of unbelievers. Prove to us the strength of our faith, and lead us to victory.

 

ALL:                           We invoke thee. Mother, descend from thy heavenly heights and do thy work among mortals.

 

                                    (Enters MALINI)

 

MALINI:                    I have come.

 

(They all bow to her, except KEMANKAR and SUPRIYA, who stand aloof and watch.)

 

2^nd BRAHMIN:          Goddess. Thou hast come at last, as a daughter of man, withdrawing all thy terrible power into the tender beauty of a girl. Whence hast thou come. Mother? What thy wish?

 

1^st BRAHMIN:           Forgive us, Mother. Utter ruin threatens this world, and it cries aloud for thy help.

 

MALINI:                    I will never desert you. I always knew that your doors were open for me. The cry went from you for my banishment, and I woke up, amidst the wealth and pleasure of the King’s house.

 

KEMANKAR:            The Princess.

 

ALL:                           The King’s daughter.

 

MALINI:                    I am exiled from my home, so that I may make your home my own. Yet tell me truly, have you need of me? When I lived in seclusion, a lonely girl, did you call to me from the outer world? Was it no dream of mine?

 

1^st BRAHMIN:           Mother, you have come, and taken your seat in the heart of our hearts.

 

MALINI:                    I was born in a King’s house, never once looking out from my window. I had heard that it was a sorrowing world, —the world out of my reach. But I did not know where it felt its pain. Teach me to find this out.

 

1^st BRAHMIN:           Your sweet voice brings tears to our eyes.

 

MALINI:                    The moon has just come out of those clouds. Great peace is in the sky. It seems to gather all the world in its arms, under the fold of one vast moonlight. There goes the road, losing itself among the solemn trees with their still shadows. There are the houses, and there the temple; the riverbank in the distance looks dim and desolate. I seem to have come down, like a sudden shower from a cloud of dreams, into this world of men, by the roadside.

 

1^st BRAHMIN:           You are the divine soul of this world.

 

2^nd BRAHMIN:          Why did not our tongues burst in pain, when they shouted for your banishment?

 

1^st BRAHMIN:           Come, Brahmins, let us restore our Mother to her home. (They shout.) Victory to the Mother of the world! Victory to the Mother in the heart of the Man’s daughter!

 

KEMANKAR:            Let the illusion vanish. Where are you going, Supriya, like one walking in his sleep?

 

SUPRIYA:                  Leave hold of me, let me go.

 

KEMANKAR:            Control yourself. Will you, too, fly into the fire with the rest of the blinded swarm?

 

SUPRIYA:                  Was it a dream, Kemankar?

 

KEMANKER:            It was nothing but a dream. Open your eyes, and wake up.

 

SUPRIYA:                  Your hope of heaven is false, Kemankar. Vainly have I wandered in the wilderness of doctrines, —I never found peace. The God, who belongs to the multitude, and the God of the books are not my own God. These never answered my questions and never consoled me. Nut, at last, I have found the divine breathing and alive in the living world of men.

 

KEMANKAR:            Alas, my friend, it is a fearful moment when a man’s heart deceives him. Then blind desire becomes his gospel and fancy usurps the dread throne of his gods. Is yonder moon, lying asleep among soft fleecy clouds, the true emblem of ever-lasting reality? The naked day will come to-marrow, and the hungry crowd begin again to drag the sea of existence with their thousand nets. And then this moon-light night will hardly be remembered, but as a thin film of unreality made of sleep and shadows and delusions. The magic web, woven of the elusive charms of a woman, is like that, —and can it take the place of highest truth? Can any creed, born of your fancy, satisfy the gaping thirst of the midday, when it is wide awake in its burning heat?

 

SUPRIYA:                  Alas, I know not.

 

KEMANKAR:            Then shake yourself up from your dreams, and look before you. The ancient house is on fire, whose nurslings are the ages. The spirits of our forefathers are hovering over the impending ruins, like crying birds over their perishing nests. Is this the time for vacillation, when the night is dark, the enemies knocking at the gate, the citizens asleep, and men drunken with delusions laying their hands upon their brothers’ throats?

 

SUPRIYA:                  I will stand by you.

 

KEMANKAR:            I must go away from here.

 

SUPRIYA:                  Where? And for what?

 

KEMANKAR:            To foreign lands. I shall bring soldiers from outside. For this conflagration cries for blood, to be quenched.

 

SUPRIYA:                  But our own soldiers are ready.

 

KEMANKAR:            Vain is all hope of help from them. They, like moths, are already leaping into the fire. Do you not hear how they are shouting like fools? The whole town has gone mad, and is lighting her festival lamps at the funeral pyre of her own sacred faith.

 

SUPRIYA:                  If you must go, take me with you. 

 

KEMANKAR:            No. You remain here, to watch and keep me informed. But, friend, let your heart be not drawn away from me by the novelty of the falsehood. 

 

SUPRIYA:                  Falsehood is new, but our friendship is old. We have ever been together from our childhood. This is our first separation.

 

KEMANKAR:            May it prove our last! In evil times the strongest bonds give way. Brothers strike brothers and friends turn against friends. I go out into the dark, and in the darkness of night I shall come back to the gate. Shall I find my friend watching for me, with the lamp lighted? I take away that hope with me. 

 

                                    (They go)

 

                                    (Enter KING, with the PRINCE in the balcony)

 

KING:                         I fear I must decide to banish my daughter.

 

PRINCE:                     Yes, Sire, delay will be dangerous.

 

KING:                         Gently, my son, gently. Never doubt that I will do my duty. Be sure I will banish her.

 

                                    (Enter QUEEN)

 

QUEEN:                     Tell me, King, where is she? Have you hidden her, even from me?

 

KING:                         Whom?

 

QUEEN:                     My Malini.

 

KING:                         What? Is she not in her room?

 

QUEEN:                     No, I cannot find her. Go with your soldiers and search for her through all the town, from house to house. The citizens have stolen her. Banish them all. Empty the whole town, till they return her.

 

KING:                         I will bring har back, —even if my kingdom goes to ruin.

 

                                    (The BRAHMINS and soldiers bring MALINI, with torches lighted)

 

QUEEN:                     My darling, my cruel child. I never keep my eyes off you, —how could you evade me, and go out?

 

2^nd BRAHMIN:          Do not be angry with her, Queen. She came to our home to give us her blessings.

 

1^st BRAHMIN:           Is she only Yours? And does she not belong to us as well?

 

2^nd BRAHMIN:          Our little mother, do not forget us. You are our star, to lead us across the     pathless sea of life.

 

MALINI:                    My door has been opened for you. These walls will never-more separate us.

 

BRANMINS:              Blessed are we, and the land where we were born.

 

                                    (They go)

 

MALINI:                    Mother, I have brought the outer world into your house. I seem to have lost the bounds of my body. I am one with the life of this world.

 

QUEEN:                     Yes, child. Now you shall never need to go out. Bring in the world to you, and to your mother. —It is close upon the second watch of the night. Sit here. Calm yourself. This flaming life in you is burning out all sleep from your eyes.

 

MALINI:                    (embracing her mother). Mother, I am tired. My body is trembling. So vast is this world. —Mother dear, sing me to sleep. Tears come to my eyes, and a sadness descends upon my heart. 

 

MALINI:                    What can I say to you? I do not know how to argue. I have not read your books.

 

SUPRIYA:                  I am learned only among the fools of learning. I have left all arguments and books behind me. Lead me, princess, and I shall follow you, as the shadow follows the lamp. 

 

MALINI:                    But, Brahmin, when you question me, I lose all my power and do not know how to answer you. It is a wonder to me to see that even you, who know everything, come to me with your questions.

 

SUPRIYA:                  Not for knowledge I come to you. Let me forget all that I have ever known. Roads there are, without number, but the light is missing.

 

MALINI:                    Alas, sir, the more you ask me, the more I feel my poverty. Where is that voice in me, which came down from heaven, like an unseen flash of lightning, into my heart? Why did you not come that day, but keep away in doubt? Now that I have met the world face to face my heart has grown timid, and I do not know how to hold the helm of the great ship that I must guide. I feel I am alone, and the world is large, and ways are many, and the light from the sky comes of a sudden to vanish the next moment. You who are wise and learned, will you help me? 

 

SUPRIYA:                  I shall deem myself fortunate, if you ask my help.

 

MALINI:                    There are times when despair comes to choke all the life-currents; when suddenly, amidst crowds of men, my eyes turn upon myself and I am frightened. Will you befriend me in those moments of blankness, and utter me one word of hope that will bring me back to life. 

 

SUPRIYA:                  I shall keep myself ready. I shall make my heart simple and pure, and my mind peaceful, to be able truly to serve you.

 

                                    (Enters ATTENDANT)

 

ATTENDANT:           the citizens have come, asking to see you.

 

MALINI:                    Not to-day. Ask their pardon for me. I must have time to fill my exhausted mind, and have rest to get rid of weariness.

 

                                    (ATTENDANT goes)

 

                                    Tell me again about Kemankar, your friend. I long to know what your life has been and its trials.

 

SUPRIYA:                  Kemankar is my brother, my master. His mind has firm and strong, from early days, while my thoughts are always flickering with doubts. Yet he has ever kept me close to his heart, as the moon does its dark spots. But, however strong a ship maybe, if it harbours a small hole in its bottom, it must sink. —That I would make you sink, Kemankar, was in the law of nature. 

 

MALINI:                    You made him sink?

 

SUPRIYA:                  Yes, I did. The day when the rebellion slunk away in shame before the light in your face and the music in the air that touched you, Kemankar alone was unmoved. He left me behind him, and said that he must go to the foreign land to bring soldiers, and uproot the new creed from the sacred soil of Kashi. —You know what followed. You made me live again in a new land of birth. ‘Love for all life’ was a mere word, waiting from the old time to be made real, —and I saw that truth in you in flesh. My heart cried for my friend, but he was away, out of my reach, then came his letter, in which he wrote that he was coming with a foreign army at his back, to wash away the new faith in blood, and to punish you with. —I could wait no longer. I showed the letter to the King. 

 

MALINI:                    Why did you forget, Supriya? Why did fear overcome you? Have I not room enough in my house for him and his soldiers?

 

                                    (Enters KING)

 

KING:                         Come to my arms, Supriya, I went at a fit time to surprise Kemankar and to capture him. An hour later, and a thunderbolt would have burst upon my house in my sleep. You are my friend, Supriya, come—

 

SUPRIYA:                  God forgive me.

 

KING:                         Do you not know, that a King’s love is not unsubstantial? I give you leave to ask for my reward that comes to your mind. Tell me, what do you want?

 

SUPRIYA:                  Nothing, sire, nothing. I shall live, begging from door to door.

 

KING:                         Only ask me, and you shall have provinces worthy to tempt a king. 

 

SUPRIYA:                  They do not tempt me. 

 

KING:                         I understand you. I know towards what moon you raise your hands. Mad youth, be brave to ask even that which seems so impossible. Why are you silent? Do you remember the day when you prayed for my Malini’s banishment? Will you repeat that prayer to me, to lead my daughter to exile from her father’s house? —My daughter, do you know that you owe your life to this noble youth? And is it hard for you to pay off that debt with your—?

 

SUPRIYA:                  For pity’s sake, Sire, no more of this. Worshippers there are many who by life-long devotion have gained the highest fulfilment of their desire. Could I be counted one of them I should be happy. But to accept it from the King’s hands as the reward of treachery? Lady mine, you have the plentitude and peace of your greatness; you know not the secret cravings of a poverty-stricken soul. I dare not ask from you an atom more than that pity of love which you have for every creature in the world. 

 

MALINI:                    Father, what is your punishment for the captive?

 

KING:                         He shall die.

 

MALINI:                    On my knees I beg from you his pardon.

 

KING:                         But he is a rebel, my child.

 

SUPRIYA:                  Do you judge him, King? He also judged you, when he came to punish you, not to rob your kingdom.

 

MALINI:                    Spare him his life, father. Then only will you have the right to bestow on him your friendship, who has saved you from a great peril.

 

KING:                         What do you say, Supriya? Shall I restore a friend to his friend’s arms?

 

SUPRIYA:                  That will be king-like in its grace.

 

KING:                         It will come in its time, and you will find back your friend. But a King’s generosity must not stop there. I must give you something which exceeds you’re your hops, —yet not as a mere reward. You have won my heart, and my heart is ready to offer you its best treasure. —My child, where was this shyness in you before now? Your dawn had no tint of rose, —its light was white and dazzling. But to-day a tearful mist of tenderness sweetly tempers it for mortal eyes. (To SUPRIYA) Leave my feet, rise up and come to my heart. Happiness is pressing it like pain. Leave me now for a while. I want to be alone with my Malini.   

 

                                    (SUPRIYA goes)

 

                                    I feel I have found back my child once again, —not the bright star of the sky, but the sweet flower that blossoms on earthly soil. She is my daughter, the darling of my heart. 

 

                                    (Enters ATTENDANT)  

 

ATTENDANT:           The captive, Kemankar, is at the door.

 

KING:                         Bring him in. Here comes he, with his eyes fixed, his proud head held high, a brooding shadow on his forehead, like a thunder cloud motionless in a suspended storm. 

 

MALINI:                    The iron chain is shamed of itself upon those limbs. The insult to greatness is its own insult. He looks like a god defying his captivity.         

 

                                    (Enters KEMANKAR in chains)

 

KING:                         What punishment do you expect from my hands?

 

KEMANKAR:            Death.

 

KING:                         But if I pardon you?

 

KEMANKAR:            Then I shall have time again to complete the work I began.

 

KING:                         You seem out of love with your life. Tell me your last wish, if you have any.

 

KEMNAKAR:            I want to see my friend, Supriya, before I die.

 

KING:                         (to the ATTENDANT). Ask Supriya to come.  

 

MALINI:                    There is power in that face that frightens me. Father, do not let Supriya come. 

 

KING:                         Your fear is baseless, child.    

 

                                    (SUPRIYA enters, and walks towards KEMANKAR, with arms extended.) 

 

KEMANKAR:            No, no, not yet. First let us have our say, and then the greeting of love. —Come closer to me. You know I am poor in words, —and my time is short. My trail is over, but not yours. Tell me, why have you done this?

 

SUPRIYA:                  Friend, you will not understand me. I had to keep nay faith, even at the cost of my love. 

 

KEMANKAR:            I understand you, Supriya. I have seen that girl’s face, glowing with an inner light, looking like a voice becoming visible. You offered, to the fire of those eyes, the faith in your fathers’ creed, the faith in your country’s good, and built up a new one on the foundation of a treason.

 

SUPRIYA:                  Friend, you are right. My faith has come to me perfected in the form of that woman. Your sacred books were dumb to me. I have read, by the help of the light of those eyes, the ancient book of creation, and I have known that true faith is there, where there is man, where there is love. It comes from the mother in her devotion, and it goes back to her from her child. It descends in the gift of a giver and it appears in the heart of him of him who takes it. I accepted the bond of this faith which reveals the infinite in man, when I set my eyes upon that face full of light and love and peace of hidden wisdom 

 

KEMNAKAR:            I also once set my eyes on that face, and for a moment dreamt that religion had come at last, in the form of a woman, to lead man’s heart to heaven. For a moment, music broke out from the very ribs of my breast and all my life’s hopes blossomed in their fulness. Yet did not I break through these meshes of illusion to wander in foreign lands? Did not I suffer humiliation from unworthy hands in patience, and bear the pain of separation from you, who have been my friend from my infancy? And what have you been doing meanwhile? You sat in the shade of the King’s garden, and spent your sweet leisure in idly weaving a lie to condone your infatuation and calling it a religion. 

 

SUPRIYA:                  My friend, is not this worldwide enough to hold men whose natures are widely different? Those countless stars of the sky, do they fight for the mastery of the One? Cannot faiths hold their separate lights in peace for the separate worlds of minds that need them? 

 

KEMANKAR:            Words, mere words. To let falsehood and truth live side by side in amity, the infinite world is not wide enough. That the corn ripening for the food of man should make room for thorny weeds, love is not is not so hatefully all-loving. That one should be allowed to sap the sure ground of friendship with betrayal of trust, could tolerance be so traitorously wide as that? That one should die like a thief to defend his faith and the other live-in honour and wealth who betrayed it —no, no, the world is not so stony-hard as to bear without pain such hideous contradictions in its bosom. 

 

SUPRIYA:                  (to MALINI). All these hurts and insults I accept in your name, my lady, Kemankar, you are paying your life for your faith, —I am paying more. It is your love, dearer than my life. 

 

KEMANKAR:            No more of this parting. All truths must be tested in death’s court. My friend, do you remember our student days when we used to wrangle the whole night through, to come at last to lur teacher, in the morning, to know in a moment which of us was right? Let that morning break now. Let us go there to that land of the Final, and stand before death with all our questions, where the changing mist of doubts will vanish at a breath, and the mountain peaks of eternal truth will appear, and we two fools will look at each other and laugh. —Dear friend, bring before death that which you deem your best and immortal. 

 

SUPRIYA:                  Friend, let it be as you wish. 

 

KEMANKAR:            Then come to my heart. You had wandered far from your comrade, in the infinite distance, —now, dear friend, come eternally close to me, and accept from one, who loves you, the gift of death.

 

                                    (Strikes SUPRIYA with his chain, and SUPRIYA falls.)

 

KEMANKAR:            (embracing the dead body of SUPRIYA). Now call your executioner. 

 

KING:                         (rising up). Where is my sword?

 

MALINI:                    Father, forgive Kemankar!

 

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