"Young art thou yet, too delicate to face
The life of those who battle for the truth,
Thou seeming scion of an ancient race!
XIV.
"O glory of the vanguard of a band
Of heroes onwards pressing to the fray,
What is thy lineage, where thy royal land?
O let me in these robes thy form array."
XV.
"Hard by Himaālaya's slopes there dwells, O king,