I am a widow now O fie on fickle fortune! O king, in lustre of countenance you are like the Syn, in grace like the Moon in beauty like the lotus; you are graceful, O you having excellent brows; you have got excellent skin, high nose and your countenance is graced with a brilliant crown and Kundalas. Oh how beautiful you did look with various garlands when your eye whirled with intoxication on the drinking ground and how beautiful were your smiles, O lord. Your countenance does not shine now-being severed with Rāma's shafts, bathed in a pool of blood, having your back-bone and brain deranged and covered with the dust raised by the wheels of the chariots.
सैवान्येवास्मि संवृत्ता धिराज्ञां चञ्चलां श्रियम्। हा राजन्सुकुमारं ते सुभ्र सुत्वक्समुन्नसम्॥ कान्तिश्रीद्युतिभिस्तुल्यमिन्दुपद्मदिवाकरैः। किरीटकूटोज्ज्वलितं ताम्रास्यं दीप्तकुण्डलम् ।।३५ मदव्याकुललोलाक्षं भूत्वा यत्पानभूमिषु। विविधस्रग्धरं चारु वल्गुस्मितकथं शुभम्॥ तदेवाद्य तवैवं हि वक्रं न भ्राजते प्रभो। रामसायकनिर्भिन्नं रक्तं रुधिरविस्रवैः॥ विशीर्णमेदोमस्तिष्कं रूक्षं स्यन्दनरेणुभिः।