This bed of my father used to look like the speckless welkin at night crowned with the moon, after the clouds have gone off. But to-day, deprived of that intellignet one, it ceases to shine, like the firmament without the moon or the sea devoid of its waters.
एतत् सुरुचिरं भाति पितुर्मे शयनं पुरा। शशिनेवामलं रात्रौ गगनं तोयदात्यये॥ तदिदं न विभात्यद्य विहीनं तेन धीमता। व्योमेव शशिना हीनमप्शुष्क इव सागरः॥