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distant (King!) was Nala, when, refreshed, The slender-waisted wakened, shuddering At the wood's silence; but when, seeking him, She found no Nala, sudden anguish seized Her frightened heart, and, lifting high her voice, Loud cries she: "Maharaja! Nishadha's Prince! Ha, Lord! ha, Maharaja! ha, Master! why Hast thou abandoned me? Now am I lost, Am doomed, undone, left in this lonesome gloom. Wert thou not named, O Nala, true and just? Yet art thou such, to quit me while I slept? And hast thou so forsaken me, thy wife-- Thine own fond wife--who never wrought thee wrong When by all others wrong was wrought on thee? Mak'st thou it good to me, now, Lord of men, That love which long ago before the gods Thou didst proclaim? Alas! Death will not come, Except at his appointed time to men, And therefore for a little I shall live, Whom thou hast lived to leave. Nay, 't is a jest! Ah, Truant, Runaway, enough thou play'st! Come forth, my Lord!--I am afraid! Come forth! Linger not, for I see--I spy thee there; Thou art within yon thicket! Why not speak One word, Nishadha? Nala, cruel Prince! Thou know'st me, lone, and comest not to calm My terrors, and be with me in my need. Art gone indeed? Then I'll not mourn myself, For whatso may befall me; I must think How desolate thou art, and weep for thee. What wilt thou do, thirsty and hungry, spent With wandering, when, at nightfall, 'mid the trees Thou hast me not, sweet Prince, to comfort thee?" Thereat, distracted by her bitter fears, Like one whose heart is fire, forward and back She runs, hither and thither, weeping, wild. One while she sinks to earth, one while she springs Quick to her feet; now utterly overcome By fear and fasting, now by grief driven mad, Wailing and sobbing; till anon, with moans And broken sighs and tears, Bhima's fair child, The ever-faithful wife, speaks thus again:-- "By whomsoever's spell this harm hath fall'n On Nishadha's Lord, I pray that evil one May bear a bitterer plague than Nala doth! To him, whoever set my guileless Prince On these ill deeds, I pray some direr might May bring far darker days, and life to live More miserable still!" Thus, woe-begone, Mourned that great-hearted wife her vanished lord, Seeking him e
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