To whom can I speak?
You are my beloved sister; except you no one loves me.

Also it concerns your brother.

I can speak of it to no one but you.
"I have prepared my own funeral pyre.

If I had not cared for Kunda Nandini, and she had died, would that have been any loss to me?
God cares for so many others--would He not have cared for her?
Why did I bring her home to my own destruction! When you saw that unfortunate being she was a child, now she is seventeen or eighteen.

I admit she is beautiful; her beauty is fatal to me.