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Rabindranath Tagore's "Chitra" is a one-act play, first published in Bengali in 1892 and translated into English in 1913. It is based on a story from the ancient Indian epic "Mahabharata." The main character, Princess Chitrangada, is raised as a warrior, but meets and falls in love with the hero Arjuna. She prays to the goddess of beauty for perfect beauty, but eventually realizes the value of her true identity. The play deeply explores the nature of female identity, love, and beauty, and Tagore's philosophical ideas and poetic language are well displayed. "Chitra" is one of Tagore's representative works, and is considered to be a work that demonstrates his literary prowess and a modern interpretation of traditional Indian culture.

Summary
Chitra
ART thou the god with the five darts, the Lord of Love?
Madana
I am he who was the first born in the heart of the Creator. I
bind in bonds of pain and bliss the lives of men and women!
Chitra
I know, I know what that pain is and those bonds.?And who art
thou, my lord?
Vasanta
I am his friend?Vasanta?the King of the Seasons. Death and
decrepitude would wear the world to the bone but that I follow
them and constantly attack them. I am Eternal Youth.
Chitra
I bow to thee, Lord Vasanta.
Madana
But what stern vow is thine, fair stranger? Why dost thou wither
thy fresh youth with penance and mortification? Such a sacrifice
is not fit for the worship of love. Who art thou and what is thy
prayer?

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Contents
SCENE I
SCENE II
SCENE III
SCENE IV
SCENE V
SCENE VI
SCENE VII
SCENE VIII
SCENE IX