390 APPENDIX I born a web fell completely under the power of love as I had done. Jabali reminded him of my original birth from Lakshmt who conceived at the mere sight of the sage Svetaketu and quot. ed the scripture which declares that as the parent is, so the son must be. Pundarika remains the sage added 'what he was in his former birth and this, his second life on earth, will be as short as his first one. Then the curse will end and au eternal Yould be his. I asked Jabali how I, a mere parrot, could hope to do deeds by which I could secure eternal life. But as dawn was at land the sage rose to perfrom his morning duties. Harita placed me on his couch went to perform his duties, but re-entering cheered me whith the news that Kapinjala had come to see me Kapinjala took me in his arms and wept. He told me that when he was freedfrom the birth of a horse, he went to Svetaket1. The sage told him (Kapinjala) that all the fault was his (sage as he ought to have engaged in the work that would have secured happy long life to his son. The sage had first efused permis. sion to Kapinjala to see me (Pundarika-parrot ); but he al wards told him that Pundarika had become a parrot, had come to the hermitage of Jabali and recovered the memory of the past. Kapinjala added fNow I am sent by Svetaketu and your mother Lakshmf, that are both engaged in the sacrifice that is to work your bliss, to implore you to remain in the hermitage unt the sacrifice is finished. Soon after Kapinjala left me, renewing the injunction not to leave the hermitage for some time, When I found that my wings were grown, I one day secret- ly new away from Jabali's hermitage towards the north where the body of Chandrapida was and where I thought I would see Mahas' veta. Soon I felt exhausted and fell asleep on the low boughs of a tree. I a woke to find myself caught in a net with a wild man standing before me. I entreated him to set me free but he replied I am a Chandala ;still I did not catch you for your fesh. I am one of the many hunters employed by the daughtor of our king to find out a wonderful parrot which she has leard has escaped from Jabali's hermitage. I shall take you to her who will do with you just as she pleases". When I thought low I, a Pé and son of Svetalretu, var doomed to associate with Chandalas I cursed the day I was born. The Chandala took me to his mistress, who clapped me in a wooden cage. I resolved
