Markandeyapurana 62.12

62.12

yadyadya sa mahābhāgo na me saṅgamupaiṣyati /
tatkāmāgniravaśyaṃ māṃ kṣapayiṣyati duḥ sahaḥ //

Now she, the beauteous in every limb, remained with soul and mind clinging fast to him, and passed the remainder of the day and also the night in almost ceaseless sighing. And the faultlessly-shaped maiden sighing and crying “Ah! Ah!” continually, reproached herself, “O luckless one that I am,!” though her eyes were fascinating. Neither in sport, nor in food, nor yet on delightsome forest, nor on the charming glens did she then fix her joy. She turned her desire towards a pair of billing cakravākas. Forsaken by him the finely-shaped maiden reproached her own youthful woman-hood, “How happened it[2] that I came to this mountain, forcibly attracted by evil fate? And how happened it that he, such a man as that, crossed the range of my eye? If that grand man shall not come to me today, verily the intolerable fire of my love for him will consume me away. The song of the cock-koil which was so delightful, this self same song when disunited[3] from him is burning enough, as it were, to me today.”