The nomad, during the course of his narration, got into ecstasies in that barren area. He shed tears of love charged with pathos while narrating stories about Kak - the residence of Mumal - and the rivulet flowing by it. It appeared that the Cupid's dart had pierced him deep, as the mere mention of Mumal and her Kak put him beside himself with the internal pent up commotion reenlivened. It seemed as if his healed up wounds got opened afresh.

Midst desert in a state of rapture was yogi found,
Talking of Kaak, there fell from him many tears round,
Some secret bond there was that healed so,ewound.

The begging ascetic got rapturous in wilderness,
Talking about Kaak, tears trickled down his eyes,
Some sharp point pricked his heart, his healed wound seemed to open up.