"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
The stream weeping fast,
er eene Grows briny at last;
The cuckoo with sighs
Blinds one of its eyes
Bhagtu's grief so intense is,
He loses his senses!"
"How very sad !" exclaimed the maid- servant. "I don't wonder at your distress; but it is always so in this miserable world! -everything goes wrong!"
Whereupon she fell to railing at everybody and everything in the world, until the Queen said to her, "What is the matter, my child? What distresses you?"
"Oh!" replied the maid-servant. "The old story! Every one is miserable, and I most of all ! Such dreadful news! :-
"The ugly hen painted.
By jealousy tainted.
The pretty hen died.
