Hearing in the night, the pathetic words of the saint thus lamenting, I became frightened, and was deprived of my senses through excess of grief. And coming to the quarter, I exceedingly unnerved and with an excited mind, discovered on the banks of the Sarayū an ascetic wounded with a shaft, with his matted locks scattered about, his pitcher of water lying by, his body smeared with blood and dust and afflicted by the dare. Gazing with his eyes at me who was extremely agitated and ill at ease, he said these words sternly, as if consuming me with his energy.
तं देशमहमागम्य दीनसत्त्वः सुदुर्मनाः॥ अपश्यमिषुणा तीरे सरय्वास्तापसं हतम्। अवकीर्णजटाभारं प्रविद्धकलशोदकम्॥ पांसुशोणितदिग्धाङ्ग शयानं शल्यवेधितम्। स मामुद्वीक्ष्य नेत्राभ्यां त्रस्तमस्वस्थचेतनम्॥ इत्युवाच वचः क्रूरं दिधक्षनिव तेजसा।