5.

Close following his dead son, Kehama came,

Nor joining in the ritual song,

Nor calling the dear name;

With head deprest and funeral vest,

And arms enfolded on his breast,

Silent and lost in thought he moves along.

King of the world, his slaves unenvying now

Behold their wretched Lord; rejoiced they see

The mighty Rajah’s misery;

For nature in his pride hath dealt the blow,

And taught the master of mankind to know

Even he himself is man, and not exempt from woe.