You have sons. You have progeny. O bird, casting off all love for your own body, therefore, and for acquiring virtue and profit, adore this fowler so that he may be pleased.
स त्वं संतानवानद्य पुत्रवानसि च द्विज॥ तत् स्वदेहे दयां त्यक्त्वा धर्मार्थी परिगृह्य च। पूजामस्मै प्रयुक्ष्व त्वं प्रीयेतास्य मनो यथा।॥