O mild one, going to the Ten-necked one, tell him in my words, Bounding over the deep and casting off fear and dejection, I have laid siege to the city of Lankā; and have reft you of your prosperity and your wealth; and rendered you moribund and senseless.
गत्वा सौम्य दशग्रीवं ब्रूहि मद्वचनात्कपे॥ लङ्घयित्वा पुरीं लङ्कां भयं त्यक्त्वा गतव्यथः। भ्रष्टश्रीकं गतैश्वर्यं मुमूर्षानष्टचेतनम्॥