Extending far and wide.

Canto XLVII. Rávan's Wooing.

As, clad in mendicant's disguise,

He questioned thus his destined prize,

She to the seeming saintly man

The story of her life began.

“My guest is he,” she thought, “and I,

To 'scape his curse, must needs reply:”

“Child of a noble sire I spring