I am at a loss to find out when you take up your fine arrows, set them on your bowstring and shoot them. Deprived of my consciousness, I do not see you, although before my eyes.
नाददानं न संधानं न मुञ्चन्तं शरोत्तमान्। त्वामहं सम्प्रपश्यामि पश्यन्नपि न चेतनः॥