To Brahmá's world of endless light.
Time fled, and, as the saint foretold,
Gádhi was born, the holy-souled.
My sire was he; through him I trace
My line from royal Kuśa's race.
My sister—elder-born was she—
The pure and good Satyavatí,[176]
Was to the great Richíka wed.
Still faithful to her husband dead,
She followed him, most noble dame,