That beautiful and large-eyed lady, even as Sri herself, looked like a mad woman. Then, O king, the nurse ordering the crowd to disperse, took her into the palace and, struck with amazement, inquired of Damayanti, saying: 'How do you, oppressed with sorrow, bear a graceful form.
उन्मत्तवेषा कल्याणी श्रीरिवायतलोचना। सा जनं वारयित्वा तं प्रासादतलमुत्तमम्॥ आरोग्य विस्मिता राजन् दमयन्तीमपृच्छत। एवमप्यसुखाविष्टा बिभर्षि परमं वपुः॥