He for whom my father was exercise with anxiety and tormented by grief, for whom my sire used to spend nights without pressing his bed, for whom this entire Lankā had resembled a river turbulent in the rainy reason, that same evil sticking by the root of all, has been dispensed his quietus by me.
यत्कृते चिन्तयानस्य शोकार्तस्य पितुर्मम। अस्पृष्ट्वा शयनं गात्रैस्त्रियामा याति शर्वरी॥ कृत्स्नेयं यत्कृते लङ्का नदी वर्षास्विवाकुला। सोऽयं मूलहरोऽ नर्थः सर्वेषां शमितो मया॥