Mourning for their sons, fathers and brothers, uttering piteous cries of distress for the loss of their lords and beating their breasts, (they) fell down upon the ground, their ornaments falling off from their bodies. That city of the Danavas, resembling the city of the Gandharvas, filled with lamentation, afflicted with sorrow and distress, devoid of beauty and deprived of its lords, looked like a lake devoid of elephants or like a forest with all its trees dead, (and then) vanished (from sight). (And) Matali speedily brought me, well-pleased,
पेतुः पुत्रान् पितॄन् भ्रातृन् शोचमाना महीतले। रुदत्यो दीनकण्ठ्यस्तु निनदन्त्यो हतेश्वराः॥ उरांसि परिनिघ्नन्त्यो विस्रस्तस्रग्विभूषणाः। तच्छोकयुक्तमश्रीकं दुःखदैन्यसमाहतम्॥ न बभौ दानवपुरं हतत्विट्कं हतेश्वरम्। गन्धर्वनगराकारं हतनागमिव हृदम्॥ शुष्कवृक्षमिवारण्यमदृश्यमभवत् पुरम्। भां तु संहष्टमनसं क्षिप्रं मातलिरानयत्॥