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In plain words

Harischandra, because the fee was still not fully paid, has sold himself to a chandala. He sits at the burning-ground as a chandala, to see to the cremations for a few cowries. How many corpses are burning, how many have been reduced to ash! How terrible the burning-ground looks on that dark night! Saivya comes there and weeps. Whose heart would not break to hear her lament described? What embodied being would not melt? The listeners gathered there cry aloud and weep.