INDIAN MUSIC. 189'

near, back against the wall; she it is that trained the girl,
and now she watches her proudly. The only sounds are
those of the four strings of the ivory inlaid taniburi and
the tapping of the drum. As you are waiting for the
music to begin, a man with untidy hair and a saffron robe
comes in, and your host gives him eager welcome, laying a
white cloth on a stool for him to sit upon, All know him
well—he is a sanyasi who wanders from temple to temple,,
preaching little, nor performing many ceremonies, but
singing tevcwams and the hymns of Manikka Yachagar, As
he sits silent, all eyes are turned towards him, and conver-
sation drops to a whisper. Presently he sings some hymn
of passionate adoration of Siva. His voice is thin but very
sweet, melting the heart; his gentle strong personality
holds every listener spell-bound, not least the little-
dancer to whom the words and music are so familiar;
he is the dancer's and the drummers' friend and hero as
much as yours. Some one asks for a special hymn, £ My
Clod, why hast them forsaken me ? ' and he sings :

Me, meanest one, in mercy mingling Thou didsb make Thine

own,
Lord of the Bull! Lo, thou'st forsaken me! O Thou who*

wear'st

Garb of fierce tiger's skin ! Abiding Uttarakosamangai's
King !

Thou of the braided lock ! I fainting sink. Our Lord, uphold*

thou me ! __

What though I press no more the crimson Jips of maidens

fair,
With swelling breasts ; behold ! Thou hast forsaken me ;:

though in,

Not out Thy worthy service, Uttarakosamangai's King,
I am ! Thou mad'st false me Thine own, why dost Thou

leave me now ?*

Soon he rises, smiles at the nmsicians and speaks for
* Adapted from the translation by Dr. Pope.