A son in my lap, your highness, “Ucchaṅge deva me putto, or a husband while walking the street—Pathe dhāvantiyā pati; but I don’t see the place Tañca desaṁ na passāmi, from where I can fetch a brother. Yato sodariyamānayeti.

Ucchaṅgajātakaṁ sattamaṁ.