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Book, page 11 / 187 As many as she wished, as many as A princess fair of Java. There was not A second Bidasari in the land. I'll tell about Djouhan Mengindra now, Sultan of Indrapura. Very wide His kingdom was, with ministers of state And officers, and regiments of picked Young warriors, the bulwark of the throne. This most illustrious prince had only been Two years the husband of fair Lila Sari, A princess lovable and kind. The King Was deemed most handsome. And there was within All Indrapura none to equal him. His education was what it should be, His conversation very affable. He loved the princess Lila Sari well. He gave her everything, and she in turn Was good to him, but yet she was so vain. "There is no one so beautiful as I," She said. They were united like unto The soul and body. And the good King thought There could not be another like his wife. One day they were together, and the Queen Began to sing: "Oh, come, my well-beloved, And listen to my words. Thou tellst me oft Thou lovest me. But I know not thy heart. If some misfortune were to overwhelm Wouldst thou be true to me?" He smiled and said: "No harm can touch thee, dear. But should it come, Whenever thou art 'whelmed I'll perish too." With joy the princess said: "My noble prince, If there were found a woman whose flower face Were fairer than all others in the world, Say, wouldst thou wed her?" And the King replied: "My friend, my fairest, who is like to thee? My soul, my princess, of a noble race, Thou'rt sweet and wise and good and beautiful. Thou'rt welded to my heart. No thought of mine Is separate from thee."
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