Seeing those that have been born of my body, cast down and in trouble, I grieve: there is none that is dear like to a son.
मम कायात् प्रसूतौ हि दुःखितौ भारपीडितौ। यौ दृष्ट्वा परितप्येऽहं नास्ति पुत्रसमः प्रियः॥