[1] Chiêm-bạc hoa (champaks): thứ hoa Sứ ở Ấn Độ rất thơm.
[2] Có một thứ phấn làm bằng kim khí để thoa long nheo. 
[3] Người đàn bà Ấn độ có tục để nơi trán kẽ giữa lông mày một món đồ trang điểm bằng ngọc. 
[4] Da-du-đà-la (Ysôdhara) .
[5] Parvati :  Tiên trên trời,  vợ của đức Shiva. 
[6] Chúng ta có quen từ những đời trước. 
[7] Soubra-Bouddha. 
[8] Arjouna .
[9] Nanda .
[10] Ngựa Càn (Kiền)-Trắc (Kantaka) .
[11] Phía trước đã có nói rằng một người chạy đặng bốn chục hơi thở thì bằng một gưa, hay là nói cho rõ hơn, một gưa là 1.300 thước chơn ăng lê (1.300 pieds anglais). 
[12] Hồi xưa dùng đồng điếu bằng miểng sò, miểng ốc. 
[13] Cung sơn vàng và đỏ. 
[14] Sư Tử Hiện Vương ( Sinhahânou). 
[15] Cái khăn choàng màu vàng xen lẫn màu đen sạm. 
[16] Phong tục Ấn  Độ của phái Bà La Môn thì làm lễ đi vòng theo ngọn lửa ba lần. 
[17] Sông Rohini. 
[18]  Himalaya. 
[19] Sông Hằng-Hà (Gange). 
[20] Himalaya. 
[21] Ra-Đa (Radha). 
[22] Rích-Na  (Krishna). Ra-Đa là tình nhơn của Rích-Na. Ông nầy là một vị Thánh sống rất có danh tiếng ở Ấn Độ. Người ta có làm nhiều thi ca về tình sử của ông. 
[23] Si-Ta (Sita): vợ của Ra-Ma, nàng là cốt chuyện thần tiên Ra-ma-da-na ( Ramayana ). 
[24] Rô-Ba (Draupadi): Mỹ nữ, cốt chuyện Ma-ha-ba-ra-ta (Ma-ha Bharata). 
[25] Voi Thánh, tiếng Phạn : Ga-nết-ha ( Ganesha ) là một vị Thiên-thần, mình người đầu voi, hình vẽ ngồi thòng vòi xuống nghiêng nghiêng. 
[26] Chiêm-bặc (Champak): một thứ hoa Sứ hương thơm rất quý. 
[27] Ngủ trên tay vợ.
 

Which the King marking, called his Ministers:
Bethink ye, sirs! how the old Rishi spake,"
He said, "and what my dream-readers foretold.
This boy, more dear to me than mine heart's blood,
Shall be of universal dominance,
Trampling the neck of all his enemies,
A King of kings -- and this is in my heart; --
Or he shall tread the sad and lowly path
Of self-denial and of pious pains,
Gaining who knows what good, when all is lost
Worth keeping; and to this his wistful eyes
Do still incline amid my palaces.
But ye are sage, and ye will counsel me;
How may his feet be turned to that proud road
Where they should walk, and all fair signs come true
Which gave him Earth to rule, if he would rule?"

The eldest answered, "Maharaja! love
Will cure these thin distempers; weave the spell 
Of woman's wiles about his idle heart.
What knows this noble boy of beauty yet, 
Eyes that make heaven forgot, and lips of balm? 
Find him soft wives and pretty playfellows;
The thoughts ye cannot stay with brazen chains
A girl's hair lightly binds."

And all thought good,
But the King answered, "If we seek him wives,
Love chooseth ofttimes with another eye; 
And if we bid range Beauty's garden round, 
To pluck what blossom pleases, he will smile 
And sweetly shun the joy he knows not of." 
Then said another, "Roams the barasingh 
Until the fated arrow flies; for him,
As for less lordly spirits, some one charms,
Some face will seem a Paradise, some form
Fairer than pale Dawn when she wakes the world,
This do, my King! Command a festival
Where the realm's maids shall be competitors
In youth and grace, and sports that Sâkyas use.
Let the Prince give the prizes to the fair,
And, when the lovely victors pass his seat,
There shall be those who mark if one or two
Change the fixed sadness of his tender cheek;
So we may choose for Love with Love's own eyes,
And cheat his Highness into happiness."

This thing seemed good; wherefore upon a day
The criers bade the young and beautiful
Pass to the palace, for 'twas in command
To hold a court of pleasure, and the Prince
Would give the prizes, something rich for all,
The richest for the fairest judged. So flocked
Kapilavastu's maidens to the gate,
Each with her dark hair newly smoothed and bound,
Eyelashes lustred with the soorma-stick,
Fresh-bathed and scented; all in shawls and cloths
Of gayest; slender hands and feet new-stained
With crimson, and the tilka-spots stamped bright.

Fair show it was of all those Indian girls
Slow-pacing past the throne with large black eyes
Fixed on the ground, for when they saw the Prince
More than the awe of Majesty made beat
Their fluttering hearts, he sate so passionless,
Gentle, but so beyond them. Each maid took
With down-dropped lids her gift, afraid to gaze;
And if the people hailed some lovelier one
Beyond her rivals worthy royal smiles,
She stood like a scared antelope to touch
The gracious hand, then fled to join her mates
Trembling at favor, so divine he seemed,
So high and saint-like and above her world.

Thus filed they, one bright maid after another,
The city's flowers, and all this beauteous march
Was ending and the prizes spent, when last
Came young Yasôdhara, and they that stood
Nearest Siddârtha saw the princely boy
Start, as the radiant girl approached. A form
Of heavenly mould; a gait like Parvati's;
Eyes like a hind's in love-time, face so fair
Words cannot paint its spell; and she alone
Gazed full -- folding her palms across her breasts --
On the boy's gaze, her stately neck unbent.
"Is there a gift for me?" she asked, and smiled.
"The gifts are gone," the Prince replied, "yet take
This for amends, dear sister, of whose grace
Our happy city boasts;" therewith he loosed
The emerald necklet from his throat, and clasped
Its green beads round her dark and silk-soft waist;
And their eyes mixed, and from the look sprang love. 

Long after -- when enlightenment was full --
Lord Buddha -- being prayed why thus his heart 
Took fire at first glance of the Sâkya girl, 
Answered, "We were not strangers, as to us 
And all it seemed; in ages long gone by 
A hunter's son, playing with forest girls 
By Yamun's springs, where Nandadevi stands, 
Sate umpire while they raced beneath the firs
Like hares at eve that run their playful rings;
One with flower-stars crowned he, one with long plume
Plucked from eyed pheasant and the jungle-cock,
One with fir-apples; but who ran the last
Came first for him, and unto her the boy
Gave a tame fawn and his heart's love beside.
And in the wood they lived many glad years,
And in the wood they undivided died.
Lo! as hid seed shoots after rainless years,
So good and evil, pains and pleasures, hates
And loves, and all dead deeds, come forth again
Bearing bright leaves or dark, sweet fruit or sour.
Thus I was he and she Yasôdhara;
And while the wheel of birth and death turns round, 
That which hath been must be between us two." 

But they who watched the Prince at prize-giving 
Saw and heard all, and told the careful King 
How sate Siddârtha 
heedless, till there passed 
Great Suprabuddha's child, Yasôdhara;
And how -- at sudden sight of her -- he changed,
And how she gazed on him and he on her,
And of the jewel-gift, and what beside
Passed in their speaking glance.

The fond King smiled: 
Look! we have found a lure; take counsel now 
To fetch therewith our falcon from the clouds. 
Let messengers be sent to ask the maid
In marriage for my son." But it was law
With Sâkyas, when any asked a maid
Of noble house, fair and desirable,
He must make good his skill in martial arts
Against all suitors who should challenge it;
Nor might this custom break itself for kings.
Therefore her father spake: "Say to the King,
The child is sought by princes far and near;
If thy most gentle son can bend the bow,
Sway sword, and back a horse better than they,
Best would he be in all and best to us:
But how shall this be, with his cloistered ways?"

Then the King's heart was sore, for now the Prince
Begged sweet Yasôdhara for wife -- in vain,
With Devadatta foremost at the bow,
Ardjuna master of all fiery steeds,
And Nanda chief in sword-play; but the Prince
Laughed low and said, "These things, too, I have learned; 
Make proclamation that thy son will meet
All comers at their chosen games. I think <