Then a thought of delight came to me; instead of taking it myself, I would cause either you or Kunda Nandini to do so.

In that hope I hid my illness for a time; it comes and goes; when it was on me I stayed at home, when well I worked.

Finally, having poisoned your Kunda, my trouble was soothed; but after seeing her death my illness increased.

Finding that I could not hide it any longer, I left the place.

Now I have no food.