Separated on account of her adverse fortune from that Vidarbha lake, she looks like the transplanted lotus-stalk, besmeared with mire. Or also, she looks like the night of the full moon, when that nocturnal god is swallowed up by Rahu. Repressed by sorrow for her, husband, she looks slender like the river with all its current dried up.
विदर्भसरसस्तस्माद् दैवदोषादिवोद्धताम्। मलपङ्कानुलिप्ताङ्गी मृणालीमिव चोद्धृताम्॥ पौर्णमासीमिव निशां राहुग्रस्तनिशाकराम्। पतिशोकाकुलां दीनां शुष्कस्रोतां नदीमिव॥