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In the Padma Purana,
I must have separated the pair of doves, who were playing happily, with a sweet, barely audible sound in their throats, with a sinful mind. || 167 ||
Or I must have kept them in an inappropriate place, or tied them up, or killed them, or deprived them of honor, care, and nourishment. That is why I have been subjected to such suffering. || 168 ||
Or perhaps, during the beautiful spring season, when all the trees were adorned with flowers, I must have separated the pair of cuckoos, which resulted in this outcome. || 166 ||
Or perhaps, I must have condemned the ascetics, who were virtuous, upholders of good conduct, masters of their senses, and worthy of praise from the learned. As a result, I have been subjected to this great suffering. || 170 ||
I, who used to reside in a heavenly abode, constantly served by a group of excellent servants who were delighted to receive orders, how can I now dwell in this dense forest, devoid of kin? My store of merit has dwindled, I am submerged in the ocean of sorrow, and I am a great sinner. || 171 ||
I used to sleep comfortably on a magnificent bed, adorned with various gems, covered with a fine sheet, and equipped with all amenities. I used to enjoy the sweet sounds of the flute, the trisarika, and the veena in the morning. || 172 - 174 ||
I, who was the chief queen of Shri Ramdev, am now consumed by the fire of disgrace and am filled with sorrow. How can I, a sinner, dwell alone in this desolate forest, amidst a multitude of insects, harsh thorns, and sharp stones on the earth? || 175-176 ||
If these very breaths remain within me, even after experiencing such a state, then it must be said that my breaths are made of diamond. || 177 ||
Oh, heart! The fact that you do not shatter into a hundred pieces, even after experiencing such a state, shows that there is no other brave soul like you. || 178 ||
What should I do? Where should I go? Whom should I tell? Whose refuge should I seek? How can I stay? Alas, Mother! Why did this happen? || 176 ||
Oh, Ram, the ocean of virtues! Oh, Lakshman, the devotee! Oh, Father! Do you not recognize me? Oh, Mother! Why do you not protect me? || 180 ||
Oh, brother, the lord of the Vidyadharas, adorned with earrings! This is the delusion caused by the cycle of suffering, and I am trapped in it. || 181 ||
1. Kokilyugam. 2. Nirbandhugrahane. 3. Me mam.