Malayan Literature_ Comprising Romantic Ta - Unknown

    In  other   days    she had no  wish    nor whim

    Unsatisfied.    Now all were    for the King.

    The Queen's heart   angrier grew    from    day to  day

    As  if  a   scorpion's  sting   had wounded her.

    And her distress    grew    greater when    she thought

    Upon    the love    of  other   days.   Her heart

    Was inconsolable    because so  bitterly

    She missed  the pomp    and glory   of  her court.

    But Bidasari    to  the King    one day

    Said:   "Send   back    these   mendars;    for if  they    all

    Stay    here,   Queen   Lila    Sari    all alone

    Will    be."    The King    with    smiles  replied:    "Oh,    no!

    I   will    not let them    go. She is  so  fell

    And barbarous,  she no  one loves.  She is

    Much    better  all alone." Then    to  the King

    Fair    Bidasari    said:   "Thine  anger   was

    Too prompt. She spoke   in  wrath   because she was

    Accustomed  to  a   court.  In  what    to  thee

    Hath    she been    wanting,    that    thou    shouldst    repel

    Her thus?   Thou    gav'st  her love,   and now thou    dost

    Abandon her in  sorrow. Be  not thus

    Incensed    with    her,    for should  she come    to  want

    The shame   would   be  reflected   on  thy head."

    The King's  face    lighted,    and he  said:   "My dear,

    I   went    to  see her,    but she drove   me  forth

    With    bitter  words.  Her conduct was beyond

    All bearing.    And she heaped  on  me  abuse."

    But Princess    Bidasari    said:   "Dwell  not

    On  that,   my  friend. She was disturbed   by  wrath

    And jealousy.   In  other   days    thou    didst

    Embrace and kiss    her.    Now she is  alone.

    And thou    perchance   didst   somehow hurt

    Or  bruise  her body."  All his anger   left

    The King    at  this.   He  said:   "O  purest  soul,

    Thou    speakest    well    and wisely. How could   I

    Not love    thee,   dear,   and cling   to  thee    for life?

    Oh, never   may we  separated   be!

    Branch  of  my  heart,  light   of  my  eyes,   thou    dost

    But good    desire. Thou'rt all the world   to  me.