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## Chapter Seventy-Seven
**213**
Like a wounded deer, she wept. The trees, as if shedding their flowers, also seemed to weep in sympathy. **(152)**
Overwhelmed by immense sorrow, she lamented in a voice as sweet as nature's melody. **(153)**
"Oh, Lotus-eyed one! Oh, Padma! Oh, best of men! Oh, Lord! Oh, God! Please answer me, console me!" **(154)**
"You are always engaged in virtuous deeds, adorned with good qualities, compassionate, and endowed with the qualities of a great man. There is no fault in you for my abandonment." **(155)**
"This is the fruit of my own past actions. I must inevitably endure this intense suffering." **(156)**
"What can my beloved husband, my son, my father, or even Narayana do when my own karma is bearing fruit?" **(157)**
"Surely, I must have accumulated sins in a previous birth, for I am now suffering this extreme pain in this desolate forest, as an unfortunate woman." **(158)**
"I must have spoken falsely about someone in a gathering, for this calamity has befallen me." **(159)**
"I must have broken a vow in a previous birth, in the presence of my Guru, for this is the consequence." **(160)**
"Or perhaps, in another life, I scorned someone with harsh words, like poison-laced fruit, and this is the result of that action." **(161)**
"I believe that in a previous birth, I separated a pair of Chakwā-Chakwi birds who resided in a lotus grove. That is why I am now without my husband." **(162)**
"Or perhaps, I separated a pair of swans who lived in a lake adorned with lotuses, who delayed the journey of noble men, who were known for their sweet calls and beauty, who were as radiant as Lakshmana's palace, and whose faces and feet were as red as lotuses. I must have separated them in a previous birth due to my own misconduct, and that is why I am now suffering this terrible exile, separated from my home." **(163-165)**
"Or perhaps, I separated a pair of lovers whose eyes were like halves of a Guñjā fruit, who had entrusted their hearts to each other, who were as dark as the black pepper plant, and whose wealth and prosperity were as vast as the Himalayas." **(166)**