Then he went round the edge of the pool, and found her on the other
side. And she beckoned to him as he drew near with a bangled hand,
and moving lips, and eyes that shone in the moonlight like the eyes
of a snake. And she came and stood before him, and put her hand on
his shoulder with a touch like a leaf, and looked up into his face
with a smile, and said: I am Ulupí, a Daitya's[3] daughter, and here
I live in the forest alone, with none to whom to compare myself, save
my own image in the water. Tell me, for thou hast seen other women,
hast thou ever met with eyes more beautiful than mine? And
Umra-Singh looked down into them as into two dark pools, and he felt
them pounding his heart like a pair of fists[4]. And he said to
himself: She may well ask, and now, but for one other pair, her eyes
need fear no rivals. But he said to her: Beauty[5], thine eyes are
well enough: nevertheless the ocean has many gems, and doubtless each
thinks itself the best: but the Koustubha[6] is above them all.
Then a cloud came over her face, and she flung away from him in
disdain, and stood pouting like a child. And suddenly she turned
again, and put up to her head the graceful creepers of her round
arms, and undid the knot of her hair, and shook it. And it fell,
like midnight, about those stars her eyes, and wrapped her all over
like a veil, and rolled down round her feet and along the ground,
like a black serpent. Then with her hand she put it away from her
face, and shot through its meshes a subtle smile, and said: At least
thou hast never seen the equal of my hair? And Umra-Singh felt her
glance strike him like a thunderbolt out of a cloud. And he said to
himself: Well may she ask; and now, if my soul were not already
snared in the long lashes of the eyes of Shrí, it would be netted
like a quail in this extraordinary mass of never-ending hair. But he
said: Beauty, lovely at night is the heaven with its stars, but
lovelier still the dark blue sea, in which they are reflected, for it
contains all their beauty, and adds another of its own.
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