O you resembling the red clouds O you wearing yellow cloth and excellent Angada, stretching your person on the ground why are you in the long run bathed in blood? Why did you not like one asleep welcome me who am stricken with grief?
नीलजीमूतसंकाश पीताम्बर शुभाङ्गद। स्वगात्राणि विनिक्षिप्य किं शेषे रुधिरावृतः॥ प्रसुप्त इव शोकात किं मां न प्रतिभाषसे।