Story 6

  In the folly of youth I one day shouted at my mother who then sat

down with a grieved heart in a corner and said, weeping: 'Hast thou

forgotten thy infancy that thou art harsh towards me?'

        How sweetly said the old woman to her son

        When she saw him overthrow a tiger, and elephant-bodied:

        'If thou hadst remembered the time of thy infancy

        How helpless thou wast in my arms

        Thou would'st this day not have been harsh

        For thou art a lion-like man, and I an old woman.'