Satyabhama prepares everything in her chamber and waits, but the night passes and God does not come. Waves of longing rise within her. Then she hears a knock at the door. She says: go back, I have understood your ways. You show tenderness only when you need something. All your words are deception. You come now because you know the dawn is near. I am the fool for trusting you; no blame falls on you. Was I not humiliated at the time of the weighing? Then again, you went and met Shiva without a thought for me. And still I trusted your words until now. The delusion I held has now been fully revealed. I kept thinking: all is well, all is well. You are a scoundrel whose actions never match his speech. Says Tuka, my Lord, the son of Kausalya, the beloved of Kanhoba, speaks.