This great and incomparable fire of sorrow issuing from my mind, inflamed by the wind of your absence, increased by the fuels of lamentation and pain, and kindled by hard sobs, obtaining the oblations of tears, vomiting the smoke of vapour begotten of anxious thoughts, the result of counting upon the days of your return, shall consume me, making greatly lean, when deprived of your presence, as does the fire burn the dry grass in summer.
अयं तु मामात्मभवस्तवादर्शनमारुतः। विलापदुःखसमिधो रुदिताश्रुहुताहुतिः॥ चिन्तावाष्पमहाधूमस्तवागमनचिन्तजः। कर्शयित्वाधिकं पुत्र निःश्वासायाससम्भवः॥ त्वया विहीनामिह मां शोकाग्निरतुलो महान्। प्रधक्ष्यति यथा कक्ष्यं चित्रभानुर्हिमात्यये॥