વાર્તાને કહેવા યોગ્ય કેમ બનાવવી? "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 !" aave ૧૪૧ "How very sad !" exclaimed the maid- servant. "I don't wonder at your distress; but it is always so in this miserable world! -every- thing 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.
