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CANTO XL. 
The false YoginI. 
Padmavati founds a Dharma-^ala, in the liope of earning the release 
of the king. To every traveller who resorts to it, she gives food and 
water. From all she asks for news of her husband. The Emperor, 
hearing of this, sends for a harlot, clever in acting. He dresses her 
like a YoginI, and sends her to Citaur with instructions to persuade 
Padmavati to become a YoginI, and to bring her to Delhi. She arrives 
at Citaur, dressed as a YoginI (645). She comes begging to the palace 
door. A maid-servant tells Padmavati of her. ‘ A YoginI is at the 
door, and beggetk like one who hath lost a beloved. Though still in 
her first youth, she is living in austerity. She hath torn her veil and 
hath put on the beggar’s blanket. She hath the ashes of separation, 
and matted hair, a skin over her shoulder, and a rosary round her 
neck. Her voice is wild, and her very footsteps burn the earth ’ (646). 
Padmavati calls her, and asks her whence she has come. ‘ Why art 
thou so distraught ? ’ ‘ My beloved hath gone to a far country, and for 
him am I become a YoginI. What are life and youth and body, when 
my love is gone ? So I tore my veil and took the beggar’s blanket. I 
wander everywhere and call for him. Though he dwelleth in my 
heart, he answereth not (647). I have wandered and wandered. I 
have gone to Banaras, to Gaya, to Jagannath and Dwaraka, to Kedara- 
natha and Ayodhya (648), to Gaumukha, Haridwara, Nagarakota, the 
Tild of Balanatha and Mathura, to Suryakunda, Badarlnatha, Ramanatha, 
Gomatl, Gurudwar, Sdtubandha, Sumeru, Alakapura (the city of 
Kuvera), Brahmavarta, Beni Saqgama (i. e., the Prayaga), Nilakantha, 
Mifrikha, Kurajeta, and Gorakshanatha. I went as far east as Patna, 
but found not my beloved (649). I wandered everywhere. I saw the 
Turks at Delhi, and the prisoners of the Emperor. Amongst them I 
saw one Ratna Sena, exposed to the sun and denied all shade. I saw 
other kings prisoners there, who, seeing me to be a YoginI, fell at my 
feet, (and implored me to release them). But what could I do. Delhi 
is not such an easy place. There is no escape from prison there. My 
body hath lost its soul in compassion at his suffering. How can she 
live whose husband is such a prisoner ? ’ (650). 
Padmavati learning that her husband is a prisoner, her grief is a 
hundred-fold intensified. It is like melted butter added to fire. She 
falls in horror at the YoginTs feet. ‘ Let me have thy feet, that I may 
lay my eyes upon them. O, take me where my husband is ! Show him 
to me as thou hast seen him, and I will give my life to thee as a sacri- 
fice. I will give thee all the rewards of my chastity and z’eligious virtue, 
