Hast thou seen Nala? Nala, wise and bold!
Ah mountain! why consolest thou me not,
Answering one word to sorrowful, distressed,
Lonely, lost Damajanti?
And when she comes to the tree Asoka, she implores:
Ah, lovely tree! that wavest here
Thy crown of countless shining clustering blooms
As thou wert woodland king! Asoka tree!
Tree called the sorrow-ender, heart's-ease tree!
Be what thy name saith; end my sorrow now,