Brihadashva said: O king, after Nala, had gone away, the slender-waisted Damayanti, getting over her fatigue, awoke in terror in that solitary wilderness. Terrified at not finding her husband and oppressed with grief and troubles, she called aloud for Naishadha, saying: O Maharaja.
वृहदश्व उवाच अपक्रान्ते नले राजन् दमयन्ती गतक्लमा। अबुध्यत वरारोहा संत्रस्ता विजने वने॥ अपश्यमाना भर्तारं शोकदुःखसमन्विता। प्राक्रोशदुच्चैः संत्रस्ता महाराजेति नैषधम्॥