[110] Surely this face of mine, tended with fragrant paste,
examined in the ivory-handled mirror,
lovely, with its beautiful eyes, spotless and unblemished,
will lie discarded by the khattiyas in the forest.
Surely vultures will drag about with their feet
these tresses of mine — black, curling at the tips,
soft, anointed with essence of sandalwood —
dishevelled in the midst of the charnel ground (sīvathikā).
Surely these arms of mine — copper-nailed, downed with fine hair,
soft, anointed with essence of sandalwood —
cut off by the khattiyas and flung aside in the forest,
a crow will seize and go off where it pleases.
Surely upon these breasts of mine — like palmyra fruits,
firm and unsagging, perfumed with the sandalwood of Kāsi —
a jackal will hang,
as a tender son, born of her own body, hangs at his mother's breast.
Surely these hips of mine — broad and shapely,
adorned with girdles of gold —
cut off by the khattiyas in the forest and stripped bare,
packs of jackals will drag about.
Dogs, crows, and jackals,
and whatever other fanged beasts there are —
having devoured Pabhāvatī,
surely they will never grow old.
If the khattiyas who journey afar should carry off my flesh,
then beg for the bones, Mother,
and burn them beside the road.
Have fields made ready, Mother, and plant kaṇikāra trees there;
and when they have flowered,
at the passing of the winter snows,
may you remember me, Mother:
"Of such beauty was Pabhāvatī."
English translation from the Pali (Siam Raṭṭha edition) — under review, not for citation.