so strong is the love in me. Like a freshly blossoming sal tree is your father, my lady so wise. I pay homage to he, bowing humbly, whose daughter is of such a kind.” or when thirsty, a sweet and cooling drink, so dear are you, Aṅgīrasi, to me— just like the teaching is to all the saints! Like a cure when you’re struck by fever dire, When Pañcasikha had spoken, the Buddha said to him,