148 The Nineteenth Booh of the Gestes of Prithiraj. [No. 3, 



Saying " parrot, tell me true, 



" What is the name of your country ? 



" What king rules there ?" 



15. Quoth the parrot, hearing the speech, 

 " Dilli G-arh, the abode of Hindus, 



" There is the incarnation of Indra, the Chahuwan, 

 " There is Prithiraj, the mighty hero." 

 Paddhari metre. 



16. To the princess Padmavati 



He tells the tale again very clearly, 



In the place of the Hindus, the best of lands 



There rises the fort of Dilli, fair to see. 



The lord of Sambhari, the land of the Chahuwan, 



Prithiraj there rules gloriously. 



Sixteen years of age, a king, 



A long-armed monarch, a lord of the people. 



Lord of Sambhari, son of Somesar 



God-like in form, a very incarnation. 



Nobles and heroes all unequalled 



With arms like Bhim, powerful as Yama ; 



Who took the Pakkari Shah Sahab 



Three times they stopped him and turned him back. 



[Here a doubtful line.] (9) 

 His word never fails, his arrow is piercing, 

 Mighty his voice, death-dealing his hand. 

 With seven thousand virtues like Hari Chand, 

 Brave and strong, a hero like Vikram, 

 Among the Danavs an incarnation, merciful 

 Over the four quarters of the earth a king, skilled in all arts 

 An incarnation of Kandarpa himself. 

 Couplets. 



17. An incarnation of Karndev is he 

 The king, Somesar's son ; 



Scattering a thousand rays on the lotuses 



Like the sun, a guardian of mankind. * 



18. Hearing the account of the glory of Prithiraj 

 Transported with child-like joy, 



