I kept unstained my virtue's even worth,
Granted my enemy his abject suit;
Friend Aryaka destroyed his foeman's root,
And rules a king o'er all the steadfast earth.
This dear-loved maiden is at last mine own,
And you united with me as a friend.
And shall I ask for further mercies, shown
To me, who cannot sound these mercies' end?58
Fate plays with us like buckets at the well,
Where one is filled, and one an empty shell,
Where one is rising, while another falls;
And shows how life is change—now heaven, now hell.59
Yet may the wishes of our epilogue be fulfilled.
FOOTNOTES:
[85] That is, the lightning.
[86] Rohasena is himself conceived as the receptacle of the water which a son must pour as a drink-offering to his dead father.
[87] The Manes or spirits of the blessèd dead.
[88] A token of honorable marriage. Compare [page 66.]