Now I, having my countenance bathed in tears, gently rubbed my eyes. And I was seen by you, O my lord, in that wise, greatly enraged with the crow.
बाष्पपूर्णमुखी मन्दं चक्षुषी परिमार्जती। लक्षिताहं त्वया नाथ वायसेन प्रकोपिता ॥