This song will tell again about the prince Of Kembajat, most powerful. He was chased By fell _garouda_, horrid bird of prey, And sought another land. His way he took Toward Indrapura. At the break of dawn A daughter fair was born, a princess true, Within a boat that lay upon a shore. The Queen and he abandoned her, and went Back to the royal palace and for days Bemoaned her fate. Of her they nothing heard. "Alas my child!" the father cried, "my dear, In whose care art thou now? We do not know If thou art dead or living. Thus thy sire Hath no repose. Light of mine eyes, my love, My purest gold, our hearts are torn with grief. An evil fate was ours to hide thee there. We do repent the deed. To think that thou Perchance hath fallen among the poorest folk! A slave perhaps thou art!" The prince's son Remarked the sorrow of his parents dear, And was profoundly moved. "Have I," he asked, "A sister? Tell me why have ye concealed Her far away? Did ye not care for her? Was she a burden that ye must forsake Her thus? Doth shame not fill your parents' hearts?" But when he heard the tale in full, he said: "O father, let me go to seek for her, My sister dear. If I succeed I'll bring Her back to thee." "Oh, leave us not, my son," The father said. "Thou art our only heir. Like a tamed bird upon our shoulders fain We've carried thee, and watched thee, day and night. Why shouldst thou leave us now? Oh, go not forth. Vex not thyself about thy sister dear. From travellers we shall get news of her, And her abode discover."