Thus asked by his friend, Bharata answered, “Listen why this depression has overtaken me. In a dream I beheld my father, pale, with his hair loosely flowing about, plunging from the summit of a mountain into a dirty pool filled with cowdung.”
एवं ब्रुवाणं सुहृदं भरतः प्रत्युवाच ह। शृणु त्वं यनिमित्तं मे दैन्यमेतदुपागतम्॥ स्वप्ने पितरमद्राक्षं मलिनं मुक्तमूर्धजम्। पतन्तमद्रिशिखरात् कलुषे गोमये हृदे॥