Verse 11

¹¹Dasarha, lord, for whose sake we left mother and father, brothers, husbands, sons and sisters too, our own people, hard as they were to let go: ¹²he cut the friendship through, left us on the instant and went. How were women not to trust talk like that? ¹³How can the knowing women of the city take in the words of a man whose self will not stay put, who forgets what was done for him? Yet they do take them in, sick with love, catching their breath at the lovely smile and glance of one whose talk is full of wonders. ¹⁴Cowherd women, what is his story to us? Tell some other story. If the time is going by for him without us, then let it go the same way for us.

¹⁵So they spoke; and remembering the laughter of the son of Sura, his chatter, his lovely glance, his walk, his loving embrace, the women wept.