O descendant of Bharata, I am beside myself on seeing you pasted with mud, you, gifted with the effulgence of sun whom I saw before pasted with sandal.
या त्वाहं चन्दनादिग्धमपश्यं सूर्यवर्चसम्। सा त्वां पङ्कमलादिग्धं दृष्ट्वा मुह्यामि भारत॥