Verse 53

⁴⁸Get up, get up, royal sage. This earth girdled by the sea is afraid of robbers and of men who are kshatriyas in name only. You ought to protect her. ⁴⁹Wailing so, the young woman who had followed her husband into the forest fell at his feet and cried, and let the tears run down. ⁵⁰She built a pyre of wood, laid her husband's body on it, set it alight, and, still wailing, put her mind on dying after him. ⁵¹Then a certain brahmin, a friend from an earlier time, master of himself, comforting her with sweet and gentle words, spoke to her as she wept, my lord. ⁵²Who are you? Whose are you? And who is this lying here, for whom you grieve? Do you know me, your friend, with whom you once went about?

⁵³Do you remember yourself at all, friend, you who never knew your own companion? You left me and went off looking for a place, taken with the good things of earth.