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1. THE urgings of the people
have impelled me, and by,the nearest way I bring you Pusan.
The Universal Gods have brought me safely. The
cry was heard, Behold, Dubsasu cometh!
2 The ribs that compass me
give pain and trouble me like rival wives.
Indigence, nakedness, exhaustion press me sore:
my mind is fluttering like a bird's.
3 As rats eat weavers'
threads, cares are consuming me, thy singer, Satakratu, me.
Have mercy on us once, O Indra, Bounteous Lord:
be thou a Father unto us.
4 I the priests' Rsi chose as
prince most liberal Kurusravana,
The son of Trasadasyu's son,
5 Whose three bays harnessed
to the car bear me straight onward: I will laud
The giver of a thousand meeds,
6 The sire of Upamasravas, even
him whose words were passing sweet,
As a fair field is to its lord.
7 Mark, Upamasravas, his son,
mark, grandson of Mitratithi:
I am thy father's eulogist.
8 If I controlled Immortal
Gods, yea, even were I Lord of men,
My liberal prince were living still.
9 None lives, even had he
hundred lives, beyond the statute of the Gods
So am I parted from my friend.
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