Your cry is sweet, your back brilliant, “Rudaṁ manuññaṁ rucirā ca piṭṭhi, your neck the color of sapphire, Veḷuriyavaṇṇūpanibhā ca gīvā; and your feathers a full fathom long; Byāmamattāni ca pekhuṇāni, still, because of your dancing, I will not give you my daughter. Naccena te dhītaraṁ no dadāmī”ti.

Naccajātakaṁ dutiyaṁ.