Then Nagendra saw the death-shadowed face full of love.

Its gentle light shining in her troubled face, remained stamped on Nagendra's heart to his latest day.

After a rest, she said, with great difficulty-- "My thirst for speech has not been satisfied.

I knew you to be a god; I never had the courage to speak, my desire was not extinguished.
Death is approaching, my mouth is dry, my tongue falters, I have no more time." She rested her head upon Nagendra, closed her eyes, and remained speechless.

The doctor came but he gave her no medicine.