Good Sir!—whose shape and glossy coat reveal
The tiger’s offspring—eat of these, I pray!”
And so saying, he shook the branch of the Jambu-tree till he made the fruit to fall.
But when the god who dwelt in that tree saw the two of them, now they had done flattering one another, eating the Jambus together, he uttered a third verse:
“Too long, forsooth, I’ve borne the sight
Of these poor chatterers of lies—
The refuse-eater and the offal-eater
Belauding each other!”
And making himself visible in awful shape, he frightened them away from the place!