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Rh And I shall grant it, ere we part:
 * Lo, the stars pale,—the way is long,

Receive thy boon, and homewards start,
 * For ah, poor child, thou art not strong."

"Another boon! My sire the king
 * Beside myself hath children none,

Oh grant that from his stock may spring
 * A hundred boughs." "It shall be done.

He shall be blest with many a son
 * Who his old palace shall rejoice."

"Each heart-wish from thy goodness won,
 * If I am still allowed a choice,

I fain thy voice would ever hear,
 * Reluctant am I still to part,

The way seems short when thou art near
 * And Satyavan, my heart's dear heart.

Of all the pleasures given on earth
 * The company of the good is best,

For weariness has never birth
 * In such a commerce sweet and blest;

The sun runs on its wonted course,
 * The earth its plenteous treasure yields,

All for their sake, and by the force
 * Their prayer united ever wields.