O Kausalyā, my heart is weighed down with grief; and I do not perceive objects of hearing, feeling, or taste. My senses are growing dim in consequence of the mental stupor, like the rays of a lamp reduced to smoke, becoming dim when the oil has been exhausted.
कौसल्ये चित्तमोहेन हृदयं सीदतेतराम्॥ वेदये न च संयुक्ताशब्दस्पर्शरसानहम्। चित्तनाशाद् विपद्यन्ते सर्वाण्येवेन्द्रियाणि हि। क्षीणस्नेहस्य दीपस्य संरक्ता रश्मयो यथा॥