So she asked herself: "Do the good become stars after death?
and if so, are all I loved become stars?
Then which are they among those hosts?
how can I determine?
Can they see me--I who have wept so much?
Let them go, I will think of them no more.

It makes me weep; what is the use of weeping?
Is it my fate to weep?
If not, my mother--again these thoughts! let them go.

Would it not be well to die?
How to do it?
Shall I drown myself?
Should I become a star if I did that?
Should I see?
Should I see every day--whom?
Can I not say whom?
why can I not pronounce the name?
there is no one here who could hear it.

Shall I please myself by uttering it for once?
only in thought can I say it--Nagendra, my Nagendra! Oh, what do I say?
my Nagendra! What am I?
Surja Mukhi's Nagendra.

How often have I uttered this name, and what is the use?
If he could have married me instead of Surja Mukhi! Let it go! I shall drown myself.