Born of the solar race, with Dasarath for my father and Rama and Lakshman for my brothers, I have had you, mother, for a mother: what can be done against Fate?
Chaupai
Wretch! when you formed such an evil design in your mind, how was it your heart did not break in pieces? When you asked the boon, your soul felt no pain, your tongue did not burn, nor your mouth fester! How could the king trust you? His hour of death had come, and God had robbed him of his senses. Not even God knows the ways of a woman's heart; such a mine is it of all deceit, crime and sin. The king was so simple, good and pious, what did he know of woman's nature? Is there any living creature in the world who loves not Raghunath like himself? Yet he was your special enemy. Tell me the truth, what are you? Whatever you may be, you have blackened your own face; up, hence out of my sight.
Chaupai
Wretch! when you formed such an evil design in your mind, how was it your heart did not break in pieces? When you asked the boon, your soul felt no pain, your tongue did not burn, nor your mouth fester! How could the king trust you? His hour of death had come, and God had robbed him of his senses. Not even God knows the ways of a woman's heart; such a mine is it of all deceit, crime and sin. The king was so simple, good and pious, what did he know of woman's nature? Is there any living creature in the world who loves not Raghunath like himself? Yet he was your special enemy. Tell me the truth, what are you? Whatever you may be, you have blackened your own face; up, hence out of my sight.