Behold, O Laksmana, In this season of spring flowers of this forest rich in their load of flowers are of no avail to me. These pleasant flowers of the trees have been uselessly falling on the earth along with the swarms of black bees.
पश्य लक्ष्मण पुष्पाणि निष्फलानि भवन्ति मे। पुष्पभारसमृद्धानां वनानां शिशिरात्यये॥ रुचिराण्यपि पुष्पाणि पादपानामतिश्रिया। निष्फलानि मही यान्ति समं मधुकरोत्करैः॥