Seeing your body, O bravest of the brave, covered with blood, like a hill covered with water from its springs, I am perishing with grief as the lotus in the rainy season.
रुधिरेणावसिक्ताङ्गं प्रस्रवन्तं यथाचलम्। त्वां दृष्ट्वा पुरुषव्याघ्र सीदे वर्षास्विवाम्बुजम्॥