Forsooth, my heart is uncommon hard, since beholding you on the ground it has not been sundered into thousand pieces being overwhelmed with grief.
हृदयं सुस्थितं मह्यं दृष्ट्वा निपतितं भुवि। यन्न शोकाभिसंतप्तं स्फुटतेऽद्य सहस्रधा ॥