As from the tree a wreath, have I assumed her fortune and her fame: Among her kinsfolk long may she dwell, like a mountain broadly-based.
King Yama, let this maiden be surrendered as a wife to thee: Bound let her be meanwhile within, her mother's, brother's, father's house.
Queen of thy race is she, O King: to thee do we deliver her. Long with her kinsfolk may she sit, until her hair be white with age.
With Asita's and Kasyapa's and Gaya's incantation, thus As sisters pack within a chest, I bind and tie thy fortune up.
