The descent of the sun: A cycle of birth — John Shaqi
The descent of the sun: A cycle of birthUnknown
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The descent of the sun: A cycle of birth
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Hindu legends
And then suddenly he uttered a shout, and exclaimed: Well, now I will
go to the King, for the time has come to claim the reward. And he
leaped out of the water, and ran up the steps like one that is mad,
and went up to the criers, and said to them: Cease this useless
crying, and this empty beating of drums, and take me quickly to the
King, for I have seen that Lotus Land. And the criers did not
recognise him, but they were full of joy at hearing his words: for
their crying had made them weary of life. So as they were preparing
to take him to the King, he clapped his hands, and said again: Quick!
delay not! but make haste, great haste! or else my heart will break.
For I endured separation, when union seemed at a distance, with ease:
but now that the moment of re-union approaches, my heart is breaking:
every moment seems an age: and if you delay long, I cannot endure.
Then the criers made great haste, and brought him as quickly as
possible to the King.
But when the King saw Umra-Singh, he looked at him narrowly, and knew
him again, for all that he was changed. And he said to himself:
Surely this is that very rogue, who came to me before to cheat me;
and now, here he is again! And he said to Umra-Singh: I know thee,
thou impostor. Beware! for this time thou shalt not escape. Then
said Umra-Singh: King, be it as thou wilt. Only let me see thy
daughter, and that quickly: for I have really seen that Lotus Land:
thereafter deal with me as it may please thee best. And as he spoke,
ungovernable impatience seized him: and he stamped his foot upon the
ground, and tears came into his eyes, and suddenly he began to laugh.
And the King looked at him with curiosity, and wondered at him: and
he said to himself: Either this fellow is mad, or it is as he says,
and he has really seen that Lotus Land. But he said again to
Umra-Singh: Remember, if this time also thou art playing false, death
is the reward. Umra-Singh said: Show me thy daughter, and put me
then to any kind of death.
So the King sent for his daughter, and after a while, Shrí came in.
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