Reboti. How very extravagant are my daughter's desires! She said once, "Give me a flower garland at the time of Semonton".[1] What is that countenance now become? What shall I do? Oh, Oh! Oh, oh! (Places her mouth on the mouth of her daughter) Ah! my Khetro of gold is become a piece of charcoal. Where are the pupils of the eye? See, see.
Sadhu. Khetromany; Khetromany; open your eyes fully my daughter.
Khetro. My mother! My father! Ah! it is an axe; (turns on the other side).
Reboti. Let me take her on my lap; she will remain quiet there. (Comes to take her on her lap).
Sadhu. Do not take her up; she will faint.
Reboti. Am I so very unfortunate! Ah! Ah! My Harana is as Kartika on his peacock.[2] How can I forget him? Dear me! My Siva! (My son!)
Sadhu. Ray Churn is gone a long time ago; he is not yet come.
Reboti. Our eldest Babu preserved her from the grasp of the tiger. Oh! what a kick did that son of a barren woman give on Khetro's belly! There was a miscarriage, and since then my child has been dying minutely. Ah, ha! my grandson was born—a lump of blood—yet it had developed all features—even those tiny fingers, oh![3] The young Saheb killed my daughter, and the elder one killed the eldest Babu. Ah! Ah! There is no one to preserve the poor.
Sadhu. What virtuous actions have I done, that I shall see the face of my grand-child?
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