We are alone in a strange land, we have
missed the road and lost all our bearings;
now should any one take us by the hand and lead us
home, what return can we make for his kindness?
Even so I stood stark naked, O Keshiraja, I
felt ashamed I could do Thee no service. I was
like a child whose mother cast him forth with a
great throe, heedless even if the spot were fit for
his birth; when heat and thirst and hunger set him
screaming, she would put him to her breast—
what shall I say of it? I was like a great criminal
that goes forth to die, with an iron pole on his
shoulder. Yet, says Tuka, this is what happened:
Some one snatched me away and set me in shelter
behind him.
missed the road and lost all our bearings;
now should any one take us by the hand and lead us
home, what return can we make for his kindness?
Even so I stood stark naked, O Keshiraja, I
felt ashamed I could do Thee no service. I was
like a child whose mother cast him forth with a
great throe, heedless even if the spot were fit for
his birth; when heat and thirst and hunger set him
screaming, she would put him to her breast—
what shall I say of it? I was like a great criminal
that goes forth to die, with an iron pole on his
shoulder. Yet, says Tuka, this is what happened:
Some one snatched me away and set me in shelter
behind him.