Verse 55

⁵⁵Proud one, I see no other housewife in these houses as loving as you, who at the time of your own wedding thought nothing of the kings who had come, and sent a brahmin to me in secret as your messenger, having heard my true story told. ⁵⁶The disfiguring of your brother, beaten in battle, and at a wedding festival his killing at the dice gathering: you could not bear the grief that rose in you, and out of fear of being parted from us you said nothing at all. By that you have won us. ⁵⁷You sent a messenger to get me, with a message kept well to itself; and when I was slow in coming, thinking all this empty, you would have given up this body of yours, which is fit for no one else. Let that stand: we give you our thanks for it.

⁵⁸So the Bhagavan, Lord of the world, with these lovers' talks, delighting in himself, took his pleasure with Fortune, playing at the world of men. ⁵⁹And so too in the houses of the others, Hari, the mighty one, the teacher of the world, kept to the duties that belong to householders, as though he were a man with a house of his own.