in search of Nala. And the royal daughter of Bhima,
distressed only at her separation from her lord, was
not terrified at aught in that fearful forest.
And, O king, seating herself down upon a stone and
filled with grief, and every limb of hers trembling
with sorrow on account of her husband, she began to
lament thus: ’O king of the Nishadhas, O
thou of broad chest and mighty arms, whither hast
thou gone, O king, leaving me in this lone forest?
O hero, having performed the Aswamedha and other sacrifices,
with gifts in profusion (unto the Brahmanas), why hast
thou, O tiger among men, played false with me alone?
O best of men, O thou of great splendour, it behoveth
thee. O auspicious one, to remember what thou
didst declare before me, O bull among kings! And,
O monarch, it behoveth thee also to call to mind what
the sky-ranging swans spake in thy presence and in
mine. O tiger among men, the four Vedas in all
their extent, with the Angas and the Upangas, well-studied,
on one side, and one single truth on the other, (are
equal). Therefore, O slayer of foes, it behoveth
thee, O lord of men, to make good what thou didst formerly
declare before me. Alas, O hero! warrior!
O Nala! O sinless one being thine, I am about
to perish in this dreadful forest. Oh! wherefore
dost thou not answer me? This terrible lord of
the forest, of grim visage and gaping jaws, and famishing
with hunger, filleth me with fright. Doth it
not behove thee to deliver me? Thou wert wont
to say always, ’Save thee there existeth not
one dear unto me.’ O blessed one, O king,
do thou now make good thy words so spoken before.
And, O king, why dost thou not return an answer to
thy beloved wife bewailing and bereft of sense, although
thou lovest her, being loved in return? O king
of the earth, O respected one, O represser of foes,
O thou of large eyes, why dost thou not regard me,
emaciated, and distressed and pale, and discoloured,
and clad in a half piece of cloth, and alone, and
weeping, and lamenting like one forlorn, and like
unto a solitary doe separated from the herd? O
illustrious sovereign, it is, I, Damayanti, devoted
to thee, who, alone in this great forest, address
thee. Wherefore, then, dost thou not reply unto
me? Oh, I do not behold thee today on this mountain,
O chief of men, O thou of noble birth and character
with every limb possesed of grace! In this terrible
forest, haunted by lions and tigers, O king of the
Nishadhas, O foremost of men, O enhancer of my sorrows,
(Wishing to know) whether thou art lying down, or
sitting, or standing, or gone, whom shall I ask, distressed
and woe-stricken on thy account, saying, ’Hast
thou seen in this woods the royal Nala?’ Of
whom shall I in this forest enquire alter the departed
Nala, handsome and of high soul, and the destroyer
of hostile arrays? From whom shall I today hear
the sweet words, viz., ’That royal Nala,
of eyes like lotus-leaves, whom thou seekest, is even
here?’ Yonder cometh the forest-king, that tiger