Verse 15

¹⁵Sometimes the two of them took the cowherds by the hand as they danced or sang or leapt or wrestled with each other, and laughed, and praised them. ¹⁶Sometimes he lies down on a bed of young leaves at the root of a tree, worn thin with the labour of wrestling, with a cowherd's lap for a pillow. ¹⁷Some of them rubbed the great one's feet, and others, whose wrongs had been struck away, fanned him with fans. ¹⁸Others sang for the great one songs that suited him and were sweet to hear, great king, slowly, their minds wet with love. ¹⁹So, hiding the way of his own self by his own maya and playing at being a cowherd's son in all he did, he whose feet, tender as new leaves, are cared for by Fortune took his pleasure among country people like a countryman, though what he did was a lord's.