An invitation from Lila Mengindra (Before, Djouhara). So they started forth. Lila Mengindra was astonished quite To see the prince's face so beautiful. "Who is this most distinguished stranger here?" He asked himself. "My master, speak a word To Poutra Bangsawan, a friend of mine," Said Sinapati. So the old man turned And spoke unto the prince, "Come here, my son, And sit thee near thy father." He felt drawn To him, he looked so much like Bidasari. The young prince smiled and on the dais sat. "What is thy visit's purpose?" then inquired The good old man. The prince with bows polite Replied: "I'm but a humble stranger, come To find my sister. I bespeak thine aid." "Be not afraid, my son, but trust in me, Nor fear to give thy sister's name. If thou Wilt have it so I'll take thee for a son; I love thee for thou hast a face so like My daughter's." Then the brave young prince began And told his sister's story, how she was In time of stress abandoned on the shore. "And if I only knew," he said, "where now She is, I'd be her master's willing slave." Now when Lila Mengindra heard his tale His joy was quite unspeakable. His love For Bidasari's brother greater grew. With smiles he asked: "Now, Poutra Bangsawan, Say of what family thou art, that I May aid thee in thy quest, and help thee find Thy sister." Then the young prince bowed his head And pondered, "Shall I lie?" For he knew not If 'twere his sister. Lila saw his mood And said: "Be not disturbed. It is most sure That thy dear sister's here. So speak the truth, That my old heart may be surcharged with joy. Thy sister's seated on a throne, and like A brilliant jewel is her family. Be no more sorry. As for me, my heart Is full of joy."