To divert Siddhartha’s mind,
Many ways, the King did find.
He gave the young prince
Training in different skills.
The best of education
The King gave his son.
Musicians and dancers
Entertained the prince.
To carry out his command,
Beautiful damsels waited.
Dressed in precious silk,
Always he had a royal look.
He ate the best of food.
An umbrella was held,
As royal symbol, o’er his head,
Wherever he sat or moved.
In horse ride, sword fights,
Military and civil arts,
He received training well
And showed his best skill.
With love and care, the King
Gave the prince everything,
To keep him free from worries,
Or any worldly outside influence.
Despite a comfortable living,
Siddhartha was worrying,
On the premature death
Of his mother, after his birth.
No death, he had seen.
So, he was too keen
To know what was death,
That followed one’s birth?
His father closely observed
His occasional pensive mood
And took up this matter
Then with his minister.
After a deep discussion,
They came to a decision,
His marriage with a princess
Might wipe out his distress.
They expected a change,
More after his marriage,
As, to remain in her company,
He would stay in the family.
ok, the continuation of the history...acknoledged all the words from here..nicely done my dear father dear in ph..naizz
To divert Siddhartha’s mind, Many ways, the King did find. He gave the young prince Training in different skills. fate was knownto tehmwell inadvance so all precautions..more nmor u read deeper ndeeper love for lord buddha...10
The king was a warm, caring father who sought only the best for his son. The characters in your narrative are as vivid as today. You bring an age alive and make it interesting for your readers. Kind wishes, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thanks. these are explained so nicely. its very interesting to read.