Sloka:
Overcome was Damayanti with the unfulfilled desire; yet  
Undisclosed her mind remained to the maids from the outset,
Now in the garden with them, in passion she shuddered
And calling them aside, she almost thus pleaded.
 
Friends, my dears, let us return to my father’s court
It is better for me than these gardens, they hurt.
In the court people from afar come and tell stories
That will ease my mind; these gardens give me only miseries.