Elephants, horses, chariots, male and female slaves, cattle, and riches: after giving this great gift I then left the city.

After leaving the city, I turned back to look, at which the earth quaked, and Mount Sineru, wreathed in forests.

Having given away my four-horse chariot, I was standing at the crossroads alone with no partner, and I said to Queen Maddī:

‘Maddī, you take Kaṇhā, for she, as the younger sister, is the lighter. I shall take Jāli, for he, as the brother, is heavier.’

Like a pink or white lotus, Maddī picked up Kaṇhājinā. Like a golden statue, I picked up Jāli, the aristocrat.

High-born and delicate, four aristocrat folk traveled ground even and uneven, going to Crooked Mountain.

Whenever men would come along, coming the other way along the road, we asked them in the middle of the street, ‘Where is Crooked Mountain?’

Seeing us there, they spoke to us kindly, ‘It will be hard for you,’ they explained, ‘for Crooked Mountain is far.’

If the children saw fruit on a tree in the forest, then for the sake of that fruit, the children cried.

Seeing the children cry, the tall, massive trees bent down of their own accord, within reach of the children.