Bibliotheca Polyglotta

1 THE urgings of the people have impelled me, and by, the nearest way I bring you Pūṣan. The Universal Gods have brought me safely. The cry was heard, Behold, Dubsasu cometh!

sám mā tapanti abhítaḥ sapátnīr iva párśavaḥ |
ní bādhate ámatir nagnátā jásur vér ná vevīyate matíḥ ||

2 The ribs that compass me give pain and trouble me like rival wives. Indigence, nakedness, exhaustion press me sore: my mind is fluttering like a bird's.

mū́ṣo ná śiśnā́ ví adanti mādhíya stotā́raṃ te śatakrato |
sakŕ̥t sú no maghavann indra mr̥̄ḷaya+ ádhā pitéva no bhava ||

3 As rats eat weavers' threads, cares are consuming me, thy singer, gatakratu, me. Have mercy on us once, O Indra, Bounteous Lord: be thou a Father unto us.

kuruśrávaṇam āvr̥ṇi rā́jānaṃ trā́sadasyavam |
máṃhiṣṭhaṃ vāghátām ŕ̥ṣiḥ ||

4 I the priests' Ṛṣi chose as prince most liberal Kurusravana, The son of Trasadasyu's son,

yásya mā haríto ráthe tisró váhanti sādhuyā́ |
stávai sahásradakṣiṇe ||

5 Whose three bays harnessed to the car bear me straight onward: I will laud The giver of a thousand meeds,

yásya prásvādaso gíra upamáśravasaḥ pitúḥ |
kṣétraṃ ná raṇvám ūcúṣe ||

6 The sire of Upamasravas, even him whose words were passing sweet, As a fair field is to its lord.

ádhi putropamaśravo nápān mitrātither ihi |
pitúṣ ṭe asmi vanditā́ ||

7 Mark, Upamasravas, his son, mark, grandson of Mitratithi: I am thy father's eulogist.

yád ī́śīyāmŕ̥tānãm utá vā mártiyānãm |
jī́ved ín maghávā máma ||

8 If I controlled Immortal Gods, yea, even were I Lord of men, My liberal prince were living still.

ná devā́nām áti vratáṃ śatā́tmā caná jīvati |
táthā yujā́ ví vāvr̥te ||

9 None lives, even had he hundred lives, beyond the statute of the Gods So am I parted from my friend.

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