I am sure, that by this time my blind father with his mind torn with grief is inquiring of the dwellers of the hermitages about me.
व्यक्तमाकुलया बुद्ध्या प्रज्ञाचक्षुः पिता मम। एकैकमस्यां वेलायां पृच्छत्याश्रमवासिनम्॥