Arrayed in blue and white and scarlet,

And cried, 'Oh! brown of slipper as of hat!

Lend me, Harlequin, thy bat!'

He seized the wooden sword, and smote the earth;

When lo! upstarting into birth

A fabric, gorgeous to behold,

Outshone in elegance the old,

And Veeshnoo saw, and cried, 'Hail, playhouse mine!'

Then, bending his head, to Surya he said:

'Soon as thy maiden sister Di