Now again To Bidasari let us turn. When dawn Appeared, she rose and sat in loneliness, Her face grew still more beautiful. Her state Astonished her. "Perhaps it is the King Who hath this wonder wrought. How happy I To be no longer dead!" She washed her face And felt still sad, but with her pensiveness A certain joy was mingled, for her pain Was passed. Her grief the "talking bird" allayed With songs about the mighty King and love.
There's _siri_ in a golden vase, Good Dang Melini plants a rose; The King admires a pretty face, To-day he'll come to this fair close.
Good Dang Melini plants a rose, Here in the garden they will meet; To-day he'll come to this fair close, To man and maiden love is sweet.
Here in the garden they will meet, Go seek the fairest fruit and flower; To man and maiden love is sweet, The King is coming to the bower.
Lo! At this very instant they approached. Dear Bidasari hid behind the couch. The King searched everywhere, and found at last The maiden hiding, bathed in bitter tears. Then kissing her, the King inquired: "My love, Bright glory of my crown; pray tell to me Why thou art sad." He dried her tears. But she Still hung her head in silence. Then the King For elephants and horses to be sent Gave orders. "Go with _mantris_ two at once, And bring the merchant and his wife, and bid Forty _dyangs_ to hasten here forthwith." Then went the _mantris_ forth in haste, and found The merchant and his wife and said, "The King Inviteth ye to come." Then through the wood The parents hurried to the plaisance fair Of Bidasari, there to meet the King. Before his Majesty they bowed with fear. The great King smiled. "Be not afraid," he said, "My uncle and my mother. Let us go Within, to see thy lovely child. I make Ye now my parents. We have friendly been, And still shall be." Beside the King they saw Fair Bidasari seated, as with steps Still hesitating they the palace sought. The father fond was glad within his heart, His daughter was so beautiful. She seemed A princess lovely of the Mount Lidang. "Dear Bidasari, sweetest child," they said, "Behind the King, dear daughter, thou should stand." She made as if to go, but still the King Restrained her, "No, my pretty one," he said; "Thy place is at my side. So God hath willed." The oldest _mantri_, called for counsel, spoke: "Lila Djouhara good, what sayest thou? Art thou not glad to see thy daughter made A queen? What happiness hath come to thee!" The merchant bowed before the King, and said: "Make her thy servant, not thy wife, my lord. Thy glorious Queen we fear. She e'er hath shown For Bidasari hatred dire, because A child so lovely might attract the King." The monarch hearing him thus speak, still more Toward him was borne. "My uncle," then he cried, "Have no more fear. But never shall I make A servant of thy daughter."