The Music of Hindostan c8.s1.6

c8.s1.6

‘I wish every one to take notice that the harder it rains the more thoroughly do I get ducked, and the colder the wind blows down my back the more do my limbs shiver. A pretty situation for a man of my talents—for one who can play the flute with seven holes and the vīṇā with seven strings, can sing like a jackass, and who acknowledges no musical superior except perhaps Tumburu and Nārada.’