They all cry, "There, there," and when we look for it, we find nothing but dust and dry leaves. I thought I had a glimpse of the flag on his car through the cloud. It is difficult to follow his track. Now it seems East: now it seems West. And so we are tired, chasing shadows all day long. And the day has been lost. I tell you the truth. Fear comes more and more into my mind, as the day passes. We have made a mistake. The morning light whispered in our ears, "Bravo, march on." And now, the evening light is mocking us for that. I am afraid we have been deceived. I am beginning to feel greater respect for Dada's quatrains than before. We shall all be soon sitting down on the ground composing quatrains. And then the whole neighbourhood will come, swarming round us. And they will get such immense benefit from our wisdom that they will never leave us. And we shall settle down like a great big boulder, cold and immovable. And they will cling to us, as we sit there, like a thick fog. What would our Leader think of us, I wonder, if he could hear us now? I am sure it is our Leader, who has led us astray. He makes us toil for nothing, while he himself remains idle. Let us go back and fight with him. We will tell him that we won't move a step further, but sit with our legs tucked under us. These legs are wretched vagabonds. They are always trudging the road. We will keep our hands fast behind our backs. There is no mischief in the back; all the trouble is in the front. Of all our limbs, the back is the most truthful. It says to us, "Lie down." When we are young, that braggart breast is a great swell; but, in the end, we can only rely on our back. The little stream that flows past our village comes to my mind. That morning we thought that it said to us, "Forward! Forward!" But what it really said was, "False! False!" The world is all false. Our Pundit used to tell us that. We shall go straight to the Pundit, when we get back. We shall never stir one step outside the limit of the Pundit's Scriptures. What a mistake we made. We thought that moving itself was something heroic. But really not to move, that is heroic, because it is defying the whole moving world. Brave rebels that we are, we shall _not_ move. We shall have the audacity to sit still, and never move an inch. "Life and youth are fleeting," the Scripture says. Let life and youth go to the dogs, we shall not move. "Our minds and wealth are fleeting," adds the Scripture. "Give them up and sit still," say we. Let us go back to the point from which we started. But that would be to move. What then? There sit down, where we have come to. And let us imagine that there we had been before we ever came there. Yes, yes, that will keep our minds still. If we know that we have come from somewhere else, then the mind longs for that somewhere else. That land of somewhere else is a very dangerous place. There the ground moves, and also the roads. But as for us---- (_They sing._)