But tired am I on account of my passion, like a horse spent on the way. How can the rangers of the woods, or the sons of Dasaratha cross over the sea ungovernable and swarming with countless creatures and fishes?
श्रान्तोऽहं सततं कामाद्यातो हय इवाध्वनि। कथं सागरमक्षोभ्यं तरिष्यन्ति वनौकसः॥ बहुसत्त्वझषाकीर्णं तौ वा दशरथात्मजौ।