Clad as a handmaid, but in form divine,
    One of thy years, gentle and true.  Be friends;
    Take and give pleasure in glad company
    Each with the other, keeping happy hearts.” 
      So went Sunanda joyous to her house,
    Leading with loving hand the Princess in,
    The maidens of the court accompanying.

Part II.

    Not long (O Maharaja!) was Nala fled
    From Damayanti, when, in midmost gloom
    Of the thick wood a flaming fire he spied,
    And from the fire’s heart heard proceed a voice
    Of one imperilled, crying many times:—­
    “Haste hither, Punyashloka, Nala, haste!”
    “Fear not,” the Prince replied; “I come!” and sprang
    Across the burning bushes, where he saw
    A snake—­a king of serpents—­lying curled
    In a great ring, which reared its dancing crest
    Saluting, and in human accents spoke:—­
    “Maharaja, kindly lord, I am the snake
    Karkotaka; by me was once betrayed
    The famous Rishi Narada; his wrath
    Doomed me, thou Chief of men! to bear this spell—­
    ‘Coil thy false folds,’ said he, ’forever here,
    A serpent, motionless upon this spot,
    Till it shall chance that Nala passeth by
    And bears thee hence; then only from my curse
    Canst thou be freed,’ And prisoned by that curse
    I have no power to stir, though the wood burns;
    Nay, not a coil! good fellowship I’ll show
    If thou wilt succor me.  I’ll be to thee
    A faithful friend, as no snake ever yet. 
    Lift me, and quickly from the flames bear forth: 
    For thee I shall grow light.”  Thereat shrank up
    That monstrous reptile to a finger’s length;
    And grasping this, unto a place secure
    From burning, Nala bore it, where the air
    Breathed freshly, and the fire’s black path was stayed. 
      Then made the Prince to lay the serpent down,
    But yet again it speaks:  “Nishadha’s Lord,
    Grasp me and slowly go, counting thy steps;
    For, Raja, thou shalt have good fortune hence.” 
    So Nala slowly went, counting his steps;
    And when the tenth pace came, the serpent turned
    And bit the Prince.  No sooner pierced that tooth
    Than all the likeness of Nishadha changed;
    And, wonder-struck, he gazed upon himself;
    While from the dust he saw the snake arise
    A man, and, speaking as Karkotaka,
    Comfort him thus:—­
                        “Thou art by me transformed
    That no man know thee:  and that evil one
    (Possessing, and undoing thee, with grief)
    Shall so within thee by my venom smart,
    Shall through thy blood so ache, that—­till he quit—­
    He shall endure the woe he did impart. 
    Thus by my potent spell, most noble Prince! 
    (Who sufferest too long) thou wilt be freed
    From him that haunts thee.