In the full moon that made the water lilies smile with a dewdrop on their lips, the night when the flowers sown over the silk bedspread withered, Urvaśi saw a face in the moon.
Why her grace full gaits ornamented with bells stepped un-rhythmically? Why she threw away her pillow that was embraced by her? Why the blue of her eyes turned into red by dropping tears?
Was that bow, or arrows or quiver or figure or his feet able to fight and dance as well or his arms able to shoot thousands of arrows at once made her sad?