It behoves you also to console my mother, Tārā. Naturally fond of her son, and overflowing with tenderness, that lorn one, hearing of my apes-and death at this place, shall certainly renounce her life. Having said this, Angada, saluting the elders, with a woebegone face entered the earth covered with grass.
मातरं चैव मे तासमाश्वासयितुमर्हथ। प्रकृत्या प्रियपुत्रा सा सानुक्रोशा तपस्विनी॥ विनष्टमिह मां श्रुत्वा व्यक्तं हास्यति जीवितम्। एतावदुक्त्वा वचनं वृद्धांस्तानभिवाद्य च॥ विवेश चाङ्गदो भूमौ रुदन् दर्भेषु दुर्मखः।