Disclaimer: This translation does not guarantee complete accuracy, please confirm with the original page text.
Nukhsavamekamalaap
Sripaal, seated on a lotus-like seat, adorned with a garland of fragrant flowers, was surrounded by a multitude of celestial beings. He was like a swan resting on a lotus petal, his eyes filled with sorrow. He spoke, "I have been deceived by foolish, wicked beings. My dear ones, let us return home. There is a reason for this."
In that city, there lived a powerful Vidyaadhar named Atibal, renowned for his knowledge and strength. His wife, Chitra-sena, was a cunning and deceitful woman, a temptress like the army of Kamadeva. Her words were like sharp arrows, piercing the hearts of men. She called out to her brothers, "Come, I will carry a lamp and lead the way. We have been stained by the dirt of non-existence."
The Vidyaadhar, blinded by his love for his wife, had chastised her for her wayward behavior. She went to the cremation ground, her heart filled with despair. "How long will I remain disgraced?" she cried.
Sripaal, witnessing the flames, pondered, "There must be a reason why this king's body is not consumed by fire. Or perhaps it is futile to speculate."
Driven by love, Atibal gathered his brothers. Chitra-sena, consumed by curiosity, entered the fire. Her body, weakened by her sins, was unable to withstand the intense heat. Yet, she remained unharmed, as if the flames were her own. She emerged from the fire, unscathed, just as a foolish man cannot be burned by a deceitful prostitute. The people praised her.
Atibal, the Vidyaadhar, arrived at the cremation ground and saw his wife. He bowed at her feet, recognizing her as a great and pure soul. The fire, in the presence of this Maha-sati, cooled down.