Saying this, the daughter of the king Janaka, bathed her countenance with tears and hanging down her head began to lament. And she began to roll on the earth like to a colt as if she was mad, possessed by a devil and had lost her sense.
प्रसक्ताश्रुमुखी त्वेवं ब्रुवती जनकात्मजा। अधोगतमुखी बाला विलप्तुमुपचक्रमे॥ उन्मत्तेव प्रमत्तेव भ्रान्तचित्तेव शोचती। उपावृत्ता किशोरीव विचेष्टन्ती महीतले॥