But certain from the King seeking the Prince

Found him still musing, though the noon was past, And the sun hastened to the western hills Yet, while all shadows moved, the jambu-tree Stayed in one quarter, overspreading him,

Lest the sloped rays should strike that sacred head;

And he who saw this sight heard a voice say, Amid the blossoms of the rose-apple,

"Let be the King's son! till the shadow goes Forth from his heart, my shadow will not shift."