Verse 11

¹¹Hearing that pitiful speech of his, worn thin with long labour, he was burned through with pity, and he spoke these deathless words. ¹²I do not want the highest course from the Lord, nor the eight powers, nor an end to being born again. I take upon myself the pain of all who carry bodies, standing within them, so that they may be without sorrow. ¹³Hunger, thirst and exhaustion, the reeling of my limbs, wretchedness, weariness, grief, dejection, bewilderment: all of them have gone from me now, for I have given the water that is life to this poor creature who wants to live. ¹⁴Having said this, the king, steady and by his own nature full of pity, gave the water to the outcaste, though he was himself dying of thirst.