Why do you, O Kichaka, desire me today so firmly, just like a sick man who wishes for the night that will put an end to his existence. Why do you solicit me just like a child who lies on its mother's lap wishes to obtain the moon.
त्वं कालरात्रीमिव कश्चिदातुरः किं मां दृढं प्रार्थयसेऽद्य कीचक। श्चन्द्र जिघृक्षुरिव मन्यसे हि माम्॥