The love conquered! I spoke to the disciples in the temple; they drove me out.

I spoke to the pilgrims; they stoned me from the island.

On the highways I attempted to preach; my hearers fled from me, or sought my life.
In all India, finally, there was not a place in which I could find peace or safety--not even among the outcasts, for, though fallen, they were still believers in Brahm.

In my extremity, I looked for a solitude in which to hide from all but God.

I followed the Ganges to its source, far up in the Himalayas.