wind.

Colours flush out like heart-longings, the perfume betrays a
sweet secret.

He who can open the bud does it so simply.



XIX

Sudâs, the gardener, plucked from his tank the last lotus left by
the ravage of winter and went to sell it to the king at the
palace gate.

There he met a traveller who said to him, "Ask your price for the
last lotus, --I shall offer it to Lord Buddha."

Sudâs said, "If you pay one golden mâshâ it will be yours.

The traveller paid it.

At that moment the king came out and he wished to buy the flower,
for he was on his way to see Lord Buddha, and he thought, "It
would be a fine thing to lay at his feet the lotus that bloomed
in winter."

When the gardener said he had been offered a golden mâshâ the
king offered him ten, but the traveller doubled the price.