You kings, forsooth, my heart is made of adamant, for it does not break even at the disappearance of that son from my view.
अश्मसारमयं नूनं हृदयं मम पार्थिवाः॥ अपश्यन्त्याः प्रियं पुत्रं यन्न दीर्यति मेऽद्य वै।