O best of men, let grief be dispelled from your heart, we are Kshatriyas. Your daughter like a lotus has been transplanted from one lake to the other.
व्येतु ते मानसं दुःखं क्षत्रिया स्मो नरर्षभ। पद्मिनीव सुतेयं ते ह्रदादन्यह्रदं गता॥