n.d??la's slave?"
"Delay no more," the Br??hman said, "but pay
The gift at once, and sell thyself a slave
To the Cha.n.d??la--or assuredly
I curse thee." "Saintly priest, be merciful!"
The king entreated; and, immersed in care,
He seized the Br??hman's feet, exclaiming thus:
"What am I but a slave, o'erwhelmed with grief!
Fear holds me! Saintly priest, be merciful!
Protect me, mighty saint! Save me, I pray,
From this most horrible Cha.n.d??la. Sir!
Most noble saint! hereafter shall thy will
Be all the object of my life! To serve
Thy lightest wish shall be my highest joy!
Thus will I make the offering--I will be
Thy __slave__!" Replied the Brahman: "If thou art
My slave, then will I sell thee as a slave
To the Cha.n.d??la." Then, filled with delight,
Paying the money, the ? vap??ka bound
His lately-purchased slave, and striking him,
Led hill away. Parted from all his friends;
In utmost grief; in the Cha.n.d??la's house
Abiding--morning, noon, and eventide,
And night, the king thus made lament:
"Alas! my tender wife, overwhelmed with pain,
Looking upon her son in misery,
Bewails her lot.
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