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;
To aid the mirth coming
The Prince begins drumming !"
"Capital! Capital!" cried the King. "That's the way to do it!" So, seizing his zither, he to strum away like one possessed.
And as they danced, the King, the Queen, the Prince and the maid-servant sang :-
"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,
Grows briny at last;
The cuckoo with sighs
Blinds one of its eyes
