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bring the prince back to the Court

Bahaar, you have come with a

message of joy to dry our tears

l shall reward you

with plentiful pearls

lt is not enough. l want the prince to

walk on pearls, when he returns

And more than that, Bahaar.

l allow you everything for Salim

My son is returning after many years

l shall ask the Emperor to

let me have him

He has seen his father's

manner of rule...

but not the love of his mother

Tell the Court Dancer to prepare

an elegant dance...

to erase the fiery images of war

from Salim's eyes

And tell Tansen to compose such

melodies for Salim's welcome

that he will forget the bellow

of cannons

Bahaar, encircle Salim with

everlasting spring

Make a thousand moons glow

for my son

Where his steps fall, let there be

an astral carpet

And wherever he glances,

let there be heaven

All that my heart yearns for

but cannot express

O Lord, let that auspicious moment

come soon

when my son shall be before

my eyes

Then l shall even forget you

for a while

Sculptor

The Spring (Bahaar) of the palace

in my deserted workshop?

l have come for a statue

for the Prince

The princes and emperors do not like

my statues

Why not?

- Because they speak the truth

This is the Royal Court, every word

of the Emperor is justice

None can appeal against it

And here is a battlefield

The blood of millions shed for

the triumph of one man

And this is for speaking the truth

Death

That is not true, it is

an artist's complaint

The mind accepts the beauty of

your art, the heart does not

What good is that statue if

a proud head does not bow before it?

Then l will make a statue at whose

feet a warrior will lay his sword...

a king his crown...

and a person his heart

One is crowned by another's hands

But with one's own courage

l hope no one comes.

Have you no fear?

Fear? The crown does not rest upon

fearful heads

You wish to become queen of

this glorious country

So many others dream the same

Let them dream

Look into my eyes

Like the eyes of a drunkard who has

picked up a sword instead of a goblet

Do you plan to pluck stars

from the sky?

Sometimes the stars fall to earth

For a haughty Prince, my one

submissive glance is enough

Only three more hours before

break of day

Here is the last pearl of time-keeping

Let the price of this pearl be paid

Will the Emperor wear armour

to welcome his son?

We are not welcoming our son,

but a brave soldier of lndia

Your Majesty, l have not seen Salim

grow from child to man

Do not bring him to me at once

News of the prince!

The Prince has entered the Fort

Charity, to save the Prince

from the evil eye

His Majesty welcomed the Prince

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