Still alone And weeping much, fair Bidasari stayed, In darkness with no one to speak to her. She thought on her dear parents. "O my God! Why dost Thou leave me here?" The solitude Filled her with terror, and she wept until The middle of the night, and thought of home. Out spake the King: "Now what is that I hear? What voice is that so sorrowful and sweet?" "It is an infant crying," said the Queen. "In all the darkness it has lost its way." Her heart was burning, and she sent a word To Bidasari that she must not weep, And held her peace and waited till the dawn. But Bidasari wept the whole night long And cried for home. When the _dyangs_ all ran To comfort her, they found the door was locked, And none could enter. Bidasari thought, "What wrong have I committed, that the Queen Should be so vexed with me?" When day appeared, To the pavilion went the King. The Queen Threw wide the door of Bidasari's room And entered all alone. Then Bidasari The Queen's hand kissed, and begged that she would let Her homeward fare. "O gracious Queen," she said, "Take pity on me; let me go away. I'll come to thee again." The wicked Queen Struck her, and said, "Thou ne'er shalt see again Thy home." The gentle Bidasari drooped Her head and wept afresh, shaking with fear. "Forgive the evil I have done, my Queen, For I am but a child, and do not know How I have sinned against thee," falling at Her feet she said. The Queen in anger struck Her once again. "I know full well," she said, "All thy designs and projects. What! Am I To rest in peace and see thy beauty grow, And thee become my rival with the King?" Then Bidasari knew 'twas jealousy That caused the fury of the Queen. Her fear Increased, she trembled and bewailed her fate. The livelong day she was insulted, struck, And of her food deprived. Before the King Returned, the Queen departed from the room Of Bidasari. The poor child had lost Her former color. Black her face had grown From blows, as if she had been burnt. Her eyes She could not open. Such her sufferings were She could not walk. Then unto God she cried: "O Lord, creator of the land and sea, I do not know my fault, and yet the Queen Treats me as guilty of a heinous crime. I suffer hell on earth. Why must I live? Oh, let me die now, in the faith, dear Lord. My soul is troubled and my face is black With sorrow. Let me die before the dawn. My parents do not help me. They have left Me here alone to suffer. In the false _Dyangs_ I trusted, as to sisters dear. Their lips are smiling, but their hearts are base. Their mouths are sweet as honey, but their hearts Are full of evil. Oh, what can I say? It is the will of God."