Dharmapâal, who owned broad acres of land, said with a sigh, "The
drought demon has sucked my fields dry. I know not how to pay
King's dues."

Then rose Supriyâ, the mendicant's daughter.

She bowed to all and meekly said, "I will feed the hungry."

"How!" they cried in surprise. "How can you hope to fulfil that
vow?"

"I am the poorest of you all," said Supriyâ, "that is my
strength. I have my coffer and my store at each of your houses."



XXXII

My king was unknown to me, therefore when he claimed his tribute
I was bold to think I would hide myself leaving my debts unpaid.

I fled and fled behind my day's work and my night's dreams.

But his claims followed me at every breath I drew.

Thus I came to know that I am known to him and no place left
which is mine.

Now I wish to lay my all before his feet, and gain the right to
my place in his kingdom.