24. My big belly resembling a huge cloud, and my long breasts hanging below as pillows; shaking with the motion of my body, in its dancing like the pinions of a peacock.
25. The ash-white light emitted by my laughter, cast the light of the sun into the shade; and my former high stature, threatened to devour the terrible god of death.
26. My hollow sockets deep as the holes of mortars, flashed erewhile with living fire; like the rays of the sun; and my large legs moved as two monumental pillars in my rambling.
27. When shall I have my big belly, with its large cavity like a pot-belly; and when shall I have again my soft black nails, resembling the dark and humid clouds of autumn.
28. When will those tender smiles return to me, whereby I moved the great Rákshasas to my favour; and when shall I dance in my giddy circles, at the music of the tabor amidst the forests.
29. When will that big belly of mine, be filled with potfuls of fattened liquor; and be fed with heaps of the flesh and bones of dead bodies.
30. When shall I get me drunk, with drinking the blood of human gores; and become merry and giddy, until I fall fast asleep.
31. It was I who destroyed my former brilliant body, by my bad choice of austerities, and accepted this petty needlish form, like one taking the sulphate of gold, instead of that precious metal.
32. Ah! where is that huge body which filled all sides, and shone as the sable hill of Anjanágiri; and what is this puny and pinny form of the shape of a spider’s leg, and as thin and lean as a tender blade of grass.
33. The ignorant are found to throw away a golden jewel, as useless on the ground as a piece of glass; and so have I cast aside my shining body, for a bit of this blackest needle.