She was fascinated by the decorations made by the potter on the (unbaked) jar. They were, however, neutralized by water and the decorations were completely washed off by the surf. Suhni (erroneously) thought (and this thought was inspired by her youth (or Satan) who makes worthless things alluring to human beings. She mistook freshness of the jar as indicative of its durability. But the true position of the unbaked jar soon forced itself on her in the river.

"What matters if pot is unbaked, my love is fill of grace,
Sahar is my love, it is sin to look at Dam's face,
Strom or waters wild, for other bank, I must strive.

She was bewitched by the beautiful patterns,
On the pitcher made by the potter,
Water washed them off,
The colors could not withstand the lashing of waves,
Inebriated by her youth, She took the pitcher to be baked,
She learnt it midstream that it was actually unbaked.