The prince again besought his father, “If you may not grant me these four prayers, then let me go I pray, and leave my home.  O! place no difficulties in my path; your son is dwelling in a burning house, would you indeed prevent his leaving it!  To solve a doubt is only reasonable, who could forbid a man to seek its explanation?  Or if he were forbidden, then by self-destruction he might solve the difficulty, in an unrighteous way:  and if he were to do so, who could restrain him after death?”

The royal father, seeing his son’s mind so firmly fixed that it could not be turned, and that it would be waste of strength to bandy further words or arguments, forthwith commanded more attendant women, to provoke still more his mind to pleasure; day and night he ordered them to keep the roads and ways, to the end that he might not leave his palace.  He moreover ordered all the ministers of the country to come to the place where dwelt the prince, to quote and illustrate the rules of filial piety, hoping to cause him to obey the wishes of the king.

The prince, beholding his royal father bathed with tears and o’erwhelmed with grief, forthwith returned to his abode, and sat himself in silence to consider; all the women of the palace, coming towards him, waited as they circled him, and gazed in silence on his beauteous form.  They gazed upon him not with furtive glance, but like the deer in autumn brake looks wistfully at the hunter; around the prince’s straight and handsome form, bright as the mountain of true gold (Sumeru).  The dancing women gathered doubtingly, waiting to hear him bid them sound their music; repressing every feeling of the heart through fear, even as the deer within the brake; now gradually the day began to wane, the prince still sitting in the evening light, his glory streaming forth in splendor, as the sun lights up Mount Sumeru; thus seated on his jewelled couch, surrounded by the fumes of sandal-wood, the dancing women took their places round; then sounded forth their heavenly music, even as Vaisaman produces every kind of rare and heavenly sounds.  The thoughts which dwelt within the prince’s mind entirely drove from him desire for music, and though the sounds filled all the place, they fell upon his ear unnoticed.  At this time the Deva of the Pure abode, knowing the prince’s time was come, the destined time for quitting home, suddenly assumed a form and came to earth, to make the shapes of all the women unattractive, so that they might create disgust, and no desire arise from thought of beauty.  Their half-clad forms bent in ungainly attitudes, forgetful in their sleep, their bodies crooked or supine, the instruments of music lying scattered in disorder; leaning and facing one another, or with back to back, or like those beings thrown into the abyss, their jewelled necklets bound about like chains, their clothes and undergarments swathed around their persons; grasping their instruments, stretched along the earth, even as those undergoing