Sudeva thought: "As I saw her before, so is this woman still. I have attained my purpose, having seen her -- the beauty of the world, like Shri herself. Her face is like the full moon, her complexion dark, her breasts round and lovely; by her own radiance she dispels the darkness in every direction. She is lotus-eyed, like Rati of Manmatha, beloved of the whole world, like the splendor of the full moon. She seems torn, as if by fate's fault, from the lake of Vidarbha, smeared with mud like a lotus stalk; like the night of the full moon with its moon seized by Rahu; like a river run dry; like a lotus pond whose leaves an elephant has ruined and whose birds it has frightened away. Delicate, nobly formed, worthy of a jeweled palace, she burns like a lotus stalk newly torn from the water. Endowed with beauty, generosity, and virtue, worthy of ornaments yet unadorned, she is like a new crescent moon veiled by a dark cloud. Deprived of beloved pleasures and of kin, she sustains her body only by the desire to see her husband again. A husband is a woman's highest ornament, even without other ornaments; deprived of him, she, though lovely, does not shine as she should. Nala performs a difficult feat indeed, if, deprived of her, he still sustains his body and does not perish from grief. Seeing this dark-haired, lotus-eyed woman, worthy of happiness yet suffering, my own heart aches. When will this virtuous woman cross to the far shore of her sorrow and be reunited with her husband, like Rohini with the moon? Surely the lord of Nishadha will rejoice to win her back again, like a king stripped of his kingdom rejoicing to regain his land. Nala deserves the princess of Vidarbha, equal to him in character and age, of equal lineage, and this dark-eyed woman deserves him. It behooves me to console the wife of this immeasurable hero of might and courage, she who longs to see her husband. I shall console her now, her face like the full moon, who has never before known such suffering, and who is sunk in anxious thought."