O Suka, O best of birds, the granddaughter of Daksha has become blessed (by having you as her offspring)! I ask you, why do you not leave this withered tree?
शुक भो पक्षिणां श्रेष्ठ दाक्षेयी सुप्रजा त्वया। पृच्छे त्वां शुकमेनं त्वं कस्मान्न त्यजसि दुमम्॥