TDELIGHT to sing your praises; the mention of your love tastes sweet in my mouth. Two birds were born upon one tree; a mischievous hunter drew near. He flew a hawk near the tree; he fitted an arrow to his bow. Thereupon the birds remember thee. “ O run to us, consort of Lakshml, our mother, and father ! If we fly up, the hawk will strike us; if we sit still, the hunter will pierce us ! ” Hearing the birds’ prayer, he assumed with speed a serpent’s form; he bit the hunter and flung him on the ground, his arrow struck the hawk. Thus art thou merciful to thy servants, a support in time of peril. Tuka says, No speech in the three worlds can describe thy joy. YI Cbe Problem of Jlctiom L; the perplexing Aspect of tbe World