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On the shore of the lake, Pavanjaya saw a Cakavi. She was alone and deeply distressed, consumed by the fire of separation. She was making various efforts, her eyes fixed on the setting sun, repeatedly looking into the holes in the lotus leaves. She was flapping her wings with speed, flying up and down, distressed. She was looking at the sweet water with pieces of Mrinala, sorrowful. Seeing her reflection in the water, she called out to her beloved, and when he did not come, she was overcome with grief. Hearing the echoes from various places, she hoped that her beloved was calling out, and she circled around like a wheel, her eyes beautiful. She climbed onto a tree on the shore and looked in all directions. When she did not see her beloved there, she descended with great speed. She was scattering the pollen of the lotuses far and wide with the flapping of her wings. Pavanjaya, moved by compassion, saw her sorrowful state and watched her for a long time.
He thought to himself, "This is a great sorrow that has befallen her. Separated from her beloved, she is burning with the fire of grief." This beautiful lake, cool like the moon and sandalwood, has become like a blazing fire for her, having been separated from her beloved. For a woman separated from her beloved, even a leaf becomes a sword, the rays of the moon become a thunderbolt, and heaven itself becomes hell.
Thinking thus, his mind went to his beloved Anjanasundari. Filled with love, he looked at the places he had served during their marriage. Those places, now before his eyes, became unbearable sources of sorrow, like those who pierce the heart. He thought to himself, "Alas, what a terrible thing! She, abandoned by me, a wicked-minded man, is suffering like this Cakavi." If his friend had spoken harsh words to her at that time, why did I abandon her because of the fault of another?