Endowed with beauty and youth, the maiden was like a lotus plant bereft of its pond—radiant yet solitary. With eyes as lovely as lotuses, she journeyed to a place called Nemiṣa to bathe. There, her slender form caught the gaze of a handsome, lovesick man, the son of the king. Struck deeply by love, he was captivated by her presence. Her friends, seeing her hesitation, gently chided her: "Child, you are not bold, O beautiful one. Your father is righteous and skilled in all the arts." Meanwhile, King Suratha, steadfast in truth and wisdom, was himself bewildered by the innocent maiden, whose intoxicating eyes unsettled his heart. Overcome, he pleaded, "You ought to lie with me upon this couch, at my breast." The maiden, whose every limb was lovely and whose eyes resembled lotuses, spoke to the king. In former times, it was she, Tainvi, who had saved the king. News of what had happened to her was brought to Daṇḍa by Arajaska. Then, Tainvi, slender-limbed and wise, addressed Suratha, the lord of the earth: "Because, abandoning righteousness, through womanhood and a weak mind, without marriage you will not obtain happiness from a husband." When the king rejected her, she fell into delusion. Though her friends tried to revive her, sprinkling her with cold water, she remained lost. Realizing she was dead to hope, her friends departed quickly. Alone, she entered the excellent forest. Not finding the king nor her affectionate companions, the golden-eyed maiden, in great haste, entered the great river. She, understanding what was to happen to him, accepted her fate. Thus, I have heard of her condition—independent and alone. "For what purpose have you come here, into this forest devoid of people and full of wild animals?" someone asked. Hearing this, a sage became angry and cursed the sculptor’s form: "He was not united with her as a husband; therefore, let him become a branch-dwelling deer." Having worshipped the evening twilight, she honored Śaṅkara. He declared: "Let the beautiful-browed, lovely-toothed woman, longing for her husband, approach." There, having worshipped the great lord Hāṭakeśvara, the daughter of the demon Kandaramālin would come. Likewise, Vedavatī, the auspicious daughter of Parjanya, would arrive. "At Hāṭaka, O Mahādeva, you will attain union." Then, the maiden quickly reached the holy place of the seven Godāvarīs. She sat in meditation, devoted to purity, subsisting on fruits and roots. Out of desire for her beloved, she recited a single verse of the great legend: "Whoever, by his own strength, removes this sorrow of the deer-eyed lady..." She thought of the river Payoṣṇī, revered by groups of sages, and her wide eyes. While she remembered Suratha, the hero, a great period of time passed. At last, impelled by fate, Suratha fell from the peak of Meru to the earth.