O hero, despondency stares me at the face, me whose only consolation now is in grief. I also tell you this that (during this period of the year) the sun runs his heavenly course swiftly.
दुःखोपायस्य मे वीर विकाङ्क्षा परिवर्तते। द्रुतं च याति सविता तत एतद् ब्रवीम्यहम्॥