વાર્તાનું શાસ્ત્ર-૧ very sad! I really must mourn too ! "So she immediately cast her horns, and began to weep and wail. After a while, becoming thirsty, she went to drink at the riverside. ૧૩૮ "Goodness gracious !" cried the river, "what is the matter? And what have you done with your horns ?" "How rude you are!" wept the buffalo. "Can't you see I am in deep mourning? And it isn't polite to ask questions." But the river persisted, until the buffalo, with many groans, replied :- "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 By shedding its leaves; The buffalo mourns By casting her Horns !" "Dreadful !" cried the river, and wept so fast that its water became quite salt. By and by a cuckoo, coming to bathe in the stream, called out, "Why, river! What has happened? You are as salt as tears?" "Don't ask Me !" mourned the stream, "it is too dreadful for words!"
