The Bengali Poem , Candl. 
SI 
You drove my lord from home, and I forlorn 
Was left a cruel co-wife’s drudge and scorn. 
She grudges me my food, or clothes to wear, 
I wander keeping goats in my despair. 
Have you come here to wreak your angry will 
Because that cage remains unfinished still ? 
Take care, he wise, my patience has a bound, 
I may turn fowler, reckless how I wound ; 
I may ensnare the parrot in the tree, 
And leave the sari widowed just like me. 
But if you feel compassion for my pain, 
List to my prayer, fly back to Gaur again, 
My husband seek, and pour into his ear 
The tale of all the miseries which I bear.” 
At last the goddess sends a dream to Lahana which alarms her, and 
she fetches Khullana back and begins to treat her more kindly; and, by 
a similar dream, she reminds the merchant of his forgotten home duties. 
He has been wasting time on his own pleasures during his long stay of 
more than a year in Eastern Bengal, under the pretext of watching the 
construction of the cage. Warned by the dream, he delays no longer, 
but returns with the cage, and is welcomed by the Baja with every honour. 
Lahana hears the news, and sore dismayed 
Turns for some help to her deceitful maid: 
u The master has at last come back, I hear; 
Khullana will bewitch his mind, I fear: 
Where are the ointments, charms, and philtres stored ? 
Help me, I pray, and win me back my lord.” 
Durbala brought the box, well pleased to tell 
The mystic uses of each drug and spell ; 
But while her mistress tries each charm in turn, 
She breathless runs poor Khullana s thanks to earn. 
u 0 little mother, let me kiss your feet, 
Come out and hear the music in the street; 
Your hope’s fulfilled, my lord’s come home at last, 
And your long night of misery is past. 
