Kunda is very wretched; stand there that the clear water of the pool with the stars reflected in it may not recur to her mind.

Listen! the black owl hoots! Should you move, Kunda will be terrified by the lightning.

See there! the black clouds, pressed by the wind, meet as though in battle.

There will be a rainstorm: who will shelter Kunda?
See there! you have opened the sash, swarms of insects are rushing into your room.

Kunda thinks, "If I am virtuous, shall I be born again as an insect ?" Kunda thinks she would like to share the fate of the insects.
"I have scorched myself, why do I not die ?" Nagendra, shutting the sash, moves away.