Malayan Literature_ Comprising Romantic Ta - Unknown

    "Within the palace  now I   shall   remain

    With    all my  retinue,    for thus    the King

    Commands."  The merchant    said:   "'Tis   very    well

    For where   can one lodge   better  than    within

    The palace?"    So  the prince  returned,   with    all

    His people, to  the palace  of  the King.

    Then    all the mantris came,   and festivals

    And feasts  were    held.   As  long    as  he  remained

    At  Indrapura,  the young   prince  received

    All courtesies. And Bidasari    fair

    Was known   as  daughter    of  a   mighty  king.

    The news    was carried far and wide,   and all

    Repeated    how her brother brave   had come

    To  seek    for her.



                                                                    Queen   Lila    Sari    heard

    And was surprised.  She sighed  in  solitude,

    And felt    a   woe unspeakable.    She said

    To  a   mandar: "I  was in  too much    haste.

    On  the dyangs  I   counted,    but they    come

    No  more.   All four    have    gone    and homage  paid

    To  Bidasari.   All my  tricks  are foiled.

    In  no  one can I   trust." Dang    Lila    then

    Approached  and said:   "Acts   of  unfaithfulness

    Bring   never   happiness.  God's   on  the side

    Of  loyalty.    Now those   dyangs  are sad

    And languish    after   thee,   but fear    the King,

    Dost    thou    not think,  O   Queen,  thou    ill hast    wrought?

    For while   the King    is  absent  none    will    come

    Thy heart   to  cheer." The Queen   replied with    ire:

    "Seek   not to  consolation give.   The King

    Esteems me  not.    I'll    not humiliate

    Myself  before  him.    Who is  that    young   prince,

    So  called, who hither  came?   A   pirate's    son

    He  well    may prove,  and calls   himself a   prince.

    Go  ye, dyangs, pay service to  the King,

    And he  may favor   ye  as  he  did her."

    She seemed  most    wroth.  But she repented    sore

    In  truth,  and pined   away    in  sorrow  deep.