On their first anniversary, the sun grew horribly hot, and Satyavan’s brow began to burn, Savitri barely had time to drag him into the shade, before he grew still and cold.
En su primer aniversario, el sol estaba terriblemente caliente, y la frente de Satyavan comenzó a arder, Savitri apenas pudo arrastrarlo a la sombra, antes de que se pusiera tieso y frío.