The swan fell down, wings painfully flip-flapping,
Blood oozing over the feathers; the bird, for breath, was gasping!
It lay writhing and in agony due to the force of an arrow
While the escape from the hunter was miraculously narrow!
The kind prince removed the shaft,
Nursed the wound like an expert in such a craft!
Just then, a cousin, Devdatta, appeared
"I have shot it down, it's mine," he cleared!
Later, a wise man delivered a ruling just,
The swan belonged to the saviour as it must!
Then, the king once more wanted to meet the wise man
But, he was nowhere as far as all eyes could scan...
May the Buddha, our Light, continue to shine
And enlighten generations: an eternal line!
May the lamps be always bright and the bells clear,
Kindness be close to our hearts, forever dear!
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