Seeing her weak and also seeing her pale face, the high-souled son of Kunti, taking her up on his lap, began to lament (in grief).
तामवेक्ष्य तु कौन्तेयो विवर्णवदनां कृशाम्। अङ्कमानीयधर्मात्मा पर्यदेवयदातुरः॥