She gave no reply and wore a sullen look due to anger that could not be easily curbed. She stared at them as a hungry tigress would gaze on a herd of does. Finding her disease incurable, her friends left her saying as they went, ‘Wretched fool! Fate could not brook her sovereignty and has betrayed her. She has done what nobody else would do.” Men and women of the city thus lamented and showered numberless abuses on the wicked woman. They burned with terrible agony and sighed. “There can be no hope of life without RŒma,” they said. The people were disconcerted at the thought of long separation even as aquatic creatures get disturbed when water in which they live begins to fail. Men and women alike were overcome with excessive grief. In the meantime Lord Ýr¶ RŒma called on His mother (KausalyŒ). He wore a cheerful look and had fourfold joy in his heart; He no longer feared lest the king should detain him. (1—4)