વાર્તાને કહેવા યોગ્ય કેમ બનાવવી? 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; The Queen, joy enhancing, Takes refuge in dancing !" "If that is your mourning, I'll mourn too !" cried the Prince, and seizing his tambourine, he began to thump on it with a will. Hearing the noise, King came in, and asked what was the matter. ૧૪૩ "This is the matter !" cried Prince, drum- ming away with all his might :- "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
