The weight of my hair had become unbearable, and so one day, I cut off a lock, wrapped it in a leaf, and threw it into the river. It was found by a prince who asked me to marry him.
I consented but I made him promise to allow me to go home every night. He did, and we married.
I won’t speak to him by day. He cannot persuade me to say a single word. I do believe, however, that I am falling in love with him. This is difficult because I have other attachments. Every night, I go to my friend who is Fairy, and we fly together to the palace of Indra, where we sing for the king of Fairyland.