Poem 371

In plain words

Your uncle is pulling up gram in the field; go and ask for your share, little Śaṅkara. "You were not there on the day of sowing, nor on the day of reaping; what share is there to give you?" When he said this, "Was my mother not born with you? Let us take the quarrel to the hall of justice," the boy said, so they say. All the elders in the hall of justice said, "Give him the share, and give him your daughter."