[484] "Good sir, I am a hunter's son (nesādaputto);
while I yet lived, my kinsmen called me 'Sāma';
but today I lie here, come to such a pass.
I am pierced by a broad, poisoned arrow,
even as a deer;
behold, O king — I lie
weltering in my own blood.
Behold the arrow that has gone through me to the left side;
I am spitting up blood.
Stricken, I ask you:
why, having shot me, do you lie hidden?
The leopard is slain for its hide;
the elephant is slain for its tusks;
for what reason, then,
did you deem me one who should be shot?"
English translation from the Pali (Siam Raṭṭha edition) — under review, not for citation.