Beholding the pigeon fall into the fire, the fowler filled with compassion once more said,-Alas, cruel and senseless that I am, what have I done! I am, forsooth, a mean wretch! Great will be my sin which will last for ever.
भीष्म उवाच ततः स लुब्धकः पश्यन् क्षुधयापि परिप्लुतः। कपोतमग्निपतितं वाक्यं पुनरुवाच ह॥ किमीदृशं नृशंसेन मया कृतमबुद्धिना। भविष्यति हि मे नित्यं पातकं कृतजीविनः॥