Verse 4

¹There the king saw a pair of cattle being beaten as though they had no one to protect them, and a low man with a rod in his hand, wearing the marks of a king. ²He saw the bull, white as a lotus stalk, terrified and passing water where he stood, trembling, standing on one foot, sinking down under the blows of the sudra; ³and the cow, who yields dharma as her milk, wretched, struck hard by the sudra's foot, parted from her calf, her face wet with tears, gone thin, wanting grass. ⁴Mounted on his chariot, whose fittings were gold, his bow raised and strung, he asked in a voice as deep as a cloud: