[2286] Like a great jar for holding water, ample and shapely in its girth —
such in likeness was that ripe mango, supreme in color, scent, and taste.
Seeing it borne along by the stream, O flawless-waisted one,
I took it in my hands and brought it to my fire-hut (agyāyatana).
Then, laying it on banana leaves, I myself
carved it with a knife, and it took away my hunger and thirst.
With my anguish allayed, yet — now that it is no more — patient under suffering (dukkha),
I find no relish in any other fruits whatsoever.
Surely, having withered me away, it will bring death upon me —
that mango whose fruit was sweet, honeyed above all, delighting the mind,
which I drew up from the waters as it was borne along on the mighty flood.
All has been told you by me — the reason why I keep this fast.
Beside the delightful [river] I sit — broad is she, teeming with broad-scaled fish;
but do you now declare to me your own self, O you who flee not:
Who are you, lovely one? And wherefore are you [here], O fair-waisted one,
gleaming like a burnished plate of gold, like a tigress born on the mountain slopes?
Whatever women there are among the devas, attendants who wait upon the devas,
and whatever women in the world of men are endowed with beauty —
in beauty there is none your equal among devas, gandhabbas, and humans.
You are asked by me, O you of lovely limbs: tell me your name and your kin.
English translation from the Pali (Siam Raṭṭha edition) — under review, not for citation.