Who gives food to a mad woman?
Since then I have begged.

When well I beg; when the disease presses I stay under a tree.

Hearing of your approaching death, I have come to delight myself in seeing you.

I give you my blessing, that even hell may find no place for you." Thus saying, the mad-woman uttered a loud laugh.

Alarmed, Debendra moved to the other side of the bed; then Hira danced out of the house, singing the old love-song.
From that time Debendra's bed of death was full of thorns.