_Chandra_ That we haven't decided. _Watchman_ You have decided to go, but not where to go? _Chandra_ Yes, that will be settled as we go along. _Watchman_ What does that mean? _Chandra_ It means this song. (_They sing._) _We move and move without rest, We move while the wanderers' stars shine in the sky and fade. We play the tune of the road While our limbs scatter away the laughter of movement, And our many-coloured mantle of youth flutters about in the air._ _Watchman_ Is it your custom to answer questions by songs? _Chandra_ Yes, otherwise the answer becomes too unintelligible. _Watchman_ Then you think your songs intelligible? _Chandra_ Yes, quite, because they contain music. (_They sing._) _We move and move without rest. World, the Rover, loves his comrades of the road. His call comes across the sky. The seasons lead the way, strewing the path with flowers._ _Watchman_ No ordinary being ever breaks out singing, like this, in the middle of talking. _Chandra_ Again we are found out. We are no ordinary beings. _Watchman_ Have you got no work to do? _Chandra_ No, we are on a holiday. _Watchman_ Why? _Chandra_ Lest our time should all be wasted. _Watchman_ I don't quite understand you. _Chandra_ Then we shall be obliged to sing again. _Watchman_ No, no. There's no need to do that. I don't hope to understand you any better, even if you do sing. _Chandra_ Everybody has given up the hope of understanding us. _Watchman_ But how can things get on with you, if you behave like this? _Chandra_ Oh, there's no need for things to get on with us, so long as we ourselves get on. _Watchman_ Mad! Quite mad! Raving mad! _Chandra_ Why, here comes our Dada. Dada, what made you lag behind? _Chandra_ Don't you know? We are free as the wind, because we have no substance in us. But Dada is like the rain-cloud of August. He must stop, every now and then, to unburden himself. _Dada_ Who are you? _Ferryman_ I am the Ferryman. _Dada_ And who are you? _Watchman_ I am the Watchman. _Dada_ I am delighted to see you. I want to read you something that I have written. It contains nothing frivolous, but only the most important lessons. _Ferryman_ Very good. Let us have it then. _Watchman_ Our master used to tell us that there are plenty of men to say good things, but very few to listen. That requires strength of mind. Now, go on, Sir, go on. _Dada_ I saw, in the street, one of the King's officers dragging along a merchant. The King had made up a false charge, in order to get his money. This gave me an inspiration. You must know that I never write a single line which is not inspired by some actual fact. You can put my verses to the test in the open streets and markets---- _Ferryman_ Please, Sir, do let us hear what you have written. _Dada_