Stretching your massive arms decorated with golden Angadas, resembling a couple of elephants trunks, and trunks, and coated with skin hardened by constant use of the bow, sleep, you, O lord, peacefully as if worn out with the fatigue of too much exercise. Alas, why do you not speak to me that am weeping so?
मातङ्गभुजवर्माणौ ज्याक्षेपकठिनत्वचौ। काञ्चनाङ्गदिनौ शेते निक्षिप्य विपुलौ भुजौ॥ व्यायम्य बहुधा नूनं सुखसुप्तः श्रमादिव। एवं विलपतीमा न हि मामभिभाषसे॥