(The Brahmin is on his way home the following day filled with utmost inner and outer joy. He sings.)
Amar bhuban tomar charan lagi
Amar jiban tomar swapan lagi
[My world is for Your Feet.
My life is for Your Dream.]
(Suddenly, a heaviness attacks him.)
BRAHMIN: I am spiritual; that is why I am in a position to cry for divine things. But my wife does not care for spiritual things; she needs earthly things. Perhaps I made a mistake. I ought to have asked Krishna to give her something. She likes candy. I should have asked him to give me some candy for her. I feel sorry, but now it is too late. I don’t want to go back to my friend, but I know she will be angry with me. What can I do?