song. King Udaya stood at an open window, and seeing him coming wondered who it was, who disregarding such wind and heat went singing for joy, and sent a servant to call him up. "The king calls for you," he was told: but he said, "What is the king to me? I don't know the king." He was taken by force and stood on one side. Then the king spoke two stanzas in enquiry:--

The earth's like coals, the ground like embers hot:
You sing your song, the great heat burns you not.

The sun on high, the sand below are hot:
You sing your song, the great heat burns you not.

Hearing the king's words he spoke the third stanza:--

'Tis these desires that burn, and not the sun:
'Tis all these pressing tasks that must be done.