The woman appeared.
Debendra saw that she was reduced by want, but observed no sign of madness; he thought her a wretched beggar-woman.

She was young, and retained the signs of former beauty, but now she was a sight indeed.
Her apparel soiled, ragged, patched, and so scanty that it barely reached her knees, while her back and head remained uncovered; her hair unkempt, dishevelled, covered with dust and matted together; her body never oiled, withered-looking, covered with mud.

As she approached, she cast so wild a glance on Debendra that he saw the servants were right--she was truly a mad-woman.
After gazing at him some time, she said, "Do you not know me?
I am Hira." Recognizing her, Debendra asked in astonishment, "Who has brought you to this condition ?" Hira, with a glance full of rage, biting her lip and clenching her fist, approached to strike Debendra; but restraining herself she said, "Ask again who has brought me to this condition: this is your doing.
You don't know me now, but once you took your pleasure of me.

You don't remember it, but one day you sang this song"-- bursting forth into a love-song.
In this manner reminding him of many things, she said: "On the day you drove me out I became mad.

I went to take poison.