Servant
HAVE mercy upon your servant, my queen!
Queen
The assembly is over and my servants are all gone. Why do you
come at this late hour?
Servant
When you have finished with others, that is my time.
I come to ask what remains for your last servant to do.
Queen
What can you expect when it is too late?
Servant
Make me the gardener of your flower garden.
Queen
What folly is this?
Servant
I will give up my other work.
I throw my swords and lances down in the dust. Do not send me to
distant courts; do not bid me undertake new conquests. But make me the gardener of your flower
garden.
Queen
What will your duties be?
Servant
The service of your idle days.I will keep fresh the grassy path where you walk in the morning,
where your feet will be greeted with praise at every step by the flowers
eager for death.
I will swing you in a swing among the branches of the saptaparna,
where the early evening moon will struggle to kiss your skirt through the
leaves.
I will replenish with scented oil the lamp that burns by your bedside,
and decorate your footstool with sandal and saffron paste in wondrous designs.
Queen
What will you have for your reward?
Servant
To be allowed to hold your little fists like tender
lotus-buds and slip flower chains over your wrists; to tinge the soles
of your feet with the red juice of askoka petals and kiss away the speck
of dust that may chance to
linger there.
Queen
Your prayers are granted, my servant, your will be the gardener of
my flower garden.