Joseph Jacobs,
Indian Fairy Tales
(1892)
“ At last a Fakir came along, and he said to the King, "Man, why are you lying here?" He replied, "Fakir, a thousand men have come and passed by; you pass on too." But the Fakir said, "Who are you, man?" The King replied, "I am a King, Fakir. Of goods and gold I have no lack, but I have lived long and have no children. So I have come here, and have laid me down at the cross-roads. My sins and offences have been very many, so I have come and am lying here that men may pass over me, and perchance my sins may be forgiven me, and God may be merciful, and I may have a son." ”
