Verse 17

¹⁷He sat me on the couch that his beloved uses, as though I were a brother of his, and when I was tired his queen fanned me with the fan in her own hand. ¹⁸I was honoured like a god by the god of gods, who is god to brahmins, with the greatest attendance, with the rubbing of my feet and everything else. ¹⁹The worship of those feet is the root of heaven and of release for men, of wealth in the world below and on the earth, and of every attainment there is. ²⁰This poor man, once he gets wealth, will be drunk with it and stop remembering me. Full of pity, that must be why he gave me nothing much.