Thus I came to know that I am known to him and no place left which is mine.
Now I wish to lay my all before his feet, and gain the right to my place in his kingdom.
XXXIII
When I thought I would mould you, an image from my life for men to worship, I brought my dust and desires and all my coloured delusions and dreams.
When I asked you to mould with my life an image from your heart for you to love, you brought your fire and force, and truth, loveliness and peace.
XXXIV
“Sire,” announced the servant to the King, “the saint Narottam has never deigned to enter your royal temple.
“He is singing God’s praise under the trees by the open road. The temple is empty of worshippers.
“They flock round him like bees round the white lotus, leaving the golden jar of honey unheeded.”
The King, vexed at heart, went to the spot where Narottam sat on the grass.