From the country of Kaliṅga, the brahmins came to me, requesting the royal elephant, that was lucky and deemed as auspicious.

‘Our nation is suffering from drought, food is scarce and famine abounds, please give the noble elephant the all-white supreme elephant.’

‘I give without hesitation what you ask of me, brahmins. I do not hide what I have, for my heart is happy to give.

When supplicants come to me it is unbefitting to refuse. Let not my vow be broken, I shall give the mighty elephant.’

Taking the elephant by the trunk, and a bejeweled ceremonial vessel, I sprinkled water on the hand, and gave the elephant to the brahmins.

Then again when I was giving the all-white supreme elephant, the earth quaked again, and Mount Sineru, wreathed in forests.

At the gift of the tusker, angry Sivian folk gathered and banished me from my kingdom, saying: ‘Go to Crooked Mountain.’

While they were ejecting me, I was undisturbed and steadfast, I asked one favor: to perform a great offering.

When I asked, all the Sivian folk granted me that one favor. Sounding the drums, I gave a great offering.

And as the sound went forth, there was a great tumult and upset. They drove me out because of giving, but I just gave again.