"How can we answer for it before the King if thou run into danger?"

"O my son, wherefore art thou troubled, and why are the eyes of this lion wet with tears?"

Who upon dead men turns their sin to doom, To final doom. Take heed, draw hitherward, That from this hap your safety ye may win.

Take thou this gift from out the grave of Time. The urns of Greece lie shattered, and the cup That for Athenian lips the Muses filled, And flowery crowns that on Athenian hair Hid the cicala, freedom’s golden sign, Dust in the dust have fallen.

Such were the varied words the crowd Of all conditions spoke aloud. And Ráma heard their speeches, yet Changed not his purpose firmly set.

My spirit will be purified: Love from all sin my soul will free: My husband is a God to me.

“My arms are lame, My strength has become weak.” (lines 88–89)

“Why, O Gish, does thou run about? The life that thou seekest, thou wilt not find. When the gods created mankind, Death they imposed on mankind; Life they kept in their power. Thou, O Gish, fill thy belly, Day and night do thou rejoice, Daily make a rejoicing! Day and night a renewal of jollification! Let thy clothes be clean, Wash thy head and pour water over thee! Care for the little one who takes hold of thy hand! Let the wife rejoice in thy bosom!”

"I counsel you, let Kay-Kavous decide between you." And they listened to the voice of the counsellor, and they took with them the Pari-faced, and led her before Kay-Kavous, and recounted to him all that was come about. But Kay-Kavous, when he beheld the beauty of the maid, longed after her for himself, and he said that she was worthy of the throne; and he took her and led her into the house of his women.