Indra said: O handsome one, thousands of your sons are oppressed (all over the world), why do you then grieve for one who is under inflictions?
शक्र उवाच तव पुत्रसहस्रेषु पीड्यमानेषु शोभने। किं कृपायितवत्यत्र पुत्र एकत्र हन्यति॥