૧૪૨ વાર્તાનું શાસ્ત્ર-૧ Lamenting his bride, The cock, bald and bare, Sobs loud in despair; The pipal tree grieves By shedding its leaves; The buffalo mourns By casting her Horns The stream weeping fast, Grows briny at last; The cuckoo with sighs Blinds one of its eyes Bhagtu's grief so intense is, He loses his senses; The maid-servant wailing Has taken to railing !" "Too true!" wept the Queen, "too true! The world is a vale of tears! There is nothing for it but to try and forget!" Where upon she sat to work dancing away as hard as she could. By and by in came the Prince, who, seeing her twirling about, said, "Why, mother! What is the matter ?" The Queen, without stopping, gasped out - "The ugly hen painted. By jealousy tainted. The pretty hen died. Lamenting his bride, The cock, bald and bare, Sobs loud in despair; The pipal tree grieves
