And forsaken by them both, the infant furnished with the brightness of the autumnal sun, entering his clenched fist into his mouth, began to cry slowly.
तयोत्सृष्टः स तु शिशुः शरदर्कसमद्युतिः। निधायास्ये स्वयं मुष्टिं रुरोद शनकैस्तदा॥