THE POET. Prophets have always been disbelieved. Why is that so? And "if God has spoken, why will men not believe then?" His convincing power ought to be irresistible.
THE DAUGHTER. Have you always doubted?
THE POET. No. I have had certainty many times. But after a while it passed away, like a dream when you wake up.
THE DAUGHTER. It is not easy to be human!
THE POET. You see and admit it?
THE DAUGHTER. I do.
THE POET. Listen! Was it not Indra that once sent his son down here to receive the complaints of mankind?
THE DAUGHTER. Thus it happened—and how was he received?
THE POET. How did he fill his mission?—to answer with another question.
THE DAUGHTER. And if I may reply with still another—was not man's position bettered by his visit to the earth? Answer truly!