(Like full orb’d moon his glory shone, his radiance filled the world
His loosen’d hair knot falling free in smoothest threads of gold.
Mâra’s host beset him—no thought was there to yield;
To-day Lord Levke’s body still holds the lonely field.[2])
The elephant keepers strike up a rustic song to the accompaniment of a bamboo whistle.
Etun tamayi api balamuva bolannê
Kitul tamayi api kotaninda dennê
Etun nisâmayi api divi nassinê.
(It is elephants that we must look after, O fellows.