A fortunate man always meets with good. I am bereft of good fortune and therefore, am deprived of my children, O Sanjaya. Old as I am, how shall I now submit to the sway of enemies? I do not think anything else but exile into the woods is good for me, O lord. Shorn of relatives and kinsmen as I am, I will go into the woods.
यस्तु भाग्यसमायुक्तः स शुभं प्राप्नुयान्नरः। अहं वियुक्तस्तैर्भाग्यैः पुत्रैश्चैवेह संजय॥ कथमद्य भविष्यामि वृद्धः शत्रुवशं गतः। नान्यदत्र परं मन्ये वनवासादृते प्रभो॥ सोऽहं वनं गमिष्यामि निर्बधुओतिसंक्षये।