THE boat of the boatman Madhu is at the of Rajgunj.  
It is uselessly with jute, and has been lying there idle for ever so long.
 
If he would only lend me his boat, I should man her with a hundred , and sails, five or six or seven.
 
I should never her to stupid markets. I should sail the seven seas and the thirteen rivers of fairyland.
 
But, mother, you won't weep for me in a corner.
 
I am not going into the forest like Ramachandra to come back only after fourteen years.
 
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