O you of mighty intellect-do not grieve. Do you put forth your endeavours along with me. There is that high hill, O hero, containing many a cave. Maithilī who is fond of ranging the forest and ever delight in beholding the flowery woods, must have entered therein or have gone to the watering-place blooming with flowers and lot''ses. She Las gone to the river abounding in fish and Vañjulas or has hidden herself somewhere in the forest to frighten us and to know, O best of men, how we can search her out. O you of great beauty, let us soon engage in quest of her.
मा विषादं महाबुद्धे कुरु यत् मया सह। इदं गिरिवरं वीर बहुकन्दरशोभितम्॥ प्रियकाननसंचारा वनोन्मत्ता च मैथिली। सा वनं वा प्रविष्टा स्यान्नलिनी वा सुपुष्पिताम्॥ सरितं वापि सम्प्राप्ता मीनवजुलसेविताम्। वित्रासयितुकामा वा लीना स्यात्कानने क्वचित् ॥ जिज्ञासमाना वैदेही त्वां मां च पुरुषर्षभ। तस्या ह्यन्वेषणे श्रीमान् क्षिप्रमेव यतावहे ॥ वनं सर्वं विचिनुवो यत्र सा जनकात्मजा।