Jujaka and Maddi Chapters

6 Truth, it is truth's trule, that much hatred was heaped upon you by your kismen not to wed you to a youth but to the old evil-looking Brahmin, that you a maiden of matchless beauty and grace to be detested and deluded to wed the dull old man, that your own kinsmen have secretly managed with on demand of any settlement of marriage. Perhaps, by the waning moon on the ninth night, to the spirit you might have made a sacrifice; nonetheless, your fate turned this low because your offerings were stolen by an old black crow. Or you must have refrained from making a fire sacrifice. So you're born to be cursed and despised. What kind of ill-fated life for a girl with clear complexion and healthy shining hair! No respect must you have paid to the venerated, the monk, the recluse, the hermit and all sages. You must have wronged holy andlearned men. All the sins you have committed have earned you the loathsome husband with sunken cheeks and crooked teeth. Look! You a maid with soft and fine complexion, the ornamental pin on your hair adds to perfection. Driven by ill fate, you can only possess and old husband. Pain from serpent's poisonous bite will soon go away. Pain from spear thrusts on the body is not as torturing as having an old Brahmin for a husband.
7 Like inhabiting with a ghost, upon seeing his wrinkled face, dire unhappiness will seize your heart. What pleasure could be deried from cohabting with an odious man? When caressing the loathsome husband, how could you feel enchanted? When talking to him, could you feel the joy of love? How could the amile of the ugly old man bring happiness to your heart? Look! When two young hearts are blissfully in love, they meet to talk intimately in a secluded place. THey look deeply into each other's eyes, face touching face, then grief as vast as the sky will soon vanish. Even fatal illness, love will soon cure it. Listen! You are still young, with beauty that strikes any man's eyes, with skin so and tender to touch, so pleasing that any man who sets eyes upon you would certainiy desire you as his wife. So, away you go; stay no longer with this beastly old brahmin. Return at once to your folks. Uh, that ugly old worthless husband of your, with rotten nails, coarse skin and flabby flesh, how could you derive worldly happiness from living with him?
8 Upon hearing the hurtful scorn and mockery from the young Brahmin's wives, some of whom jeered and spat out sarcastic words hoping to drive her away from the village Amittada felt so angry and depressed, lifting the water receptacle and holding it against her hip, she rushed back home in tears.
9 Jujaka, seeing her in such a sorry state, hurried to meet her. "Dear Amittada, who was it that hurt you, making you weep and sob?" he asked. "Come inside and tell me all."
10 Amittada related the whole incident to the Brahmin: