[1048] "If you have granted me a boon, O Sakka, lord of all beings,
then, good sir, may I dwell there in the palace of the king of Sivi.
May I have dark eyes and dark brows — dark-eyed even as a doe —
and may I be there, O Purindada, Phusatī by name.
May I obtain a son who gives what is excellent, devoted to supplicants, free from stinginess,
honored by rival kings, possessed of fame and glory.
While I carry a child in the womb, may my waist not swell;
may my belly remain unraised, even as a bow planed smooth.
May my breasts not sag; may grey hairs vanish, O Vāsava;
may no dust cling to my body; and may I be able to set free even the condemned.
In that palace resounding with the cries of peacocks and herons, attended by troops of noble women,
thronged with hunchbacks and dwarfs, celebrated by cooks and bards,
resounding with its ornamented door-panels and bolts, where men are regaled with liquor and meat —
there, good sir, may I be the beloved chief queen of the king of Sivi."
English translation from the Pali (Siam Raṭṭha edition) — under review, not for citation.