TEXT 58

TEXT 58

nāhaṁ tanūja dadṛśe hata-maṅgalā te
mugdha-smitaṁ mudita-vīkṣaṇam ānanābjam
kiṁ vā gato ’sy apunar-anvayam anya-lokaṁ
nīto ’ghṛṇena na śṛṇomi kalā giras te

Перевод

My dear son, I am certainly most unfortunate, for I can no longer see your mild smiling. You have closed your eyes forever. I therefore conclude that you have been taken from this planet to another, from which you will not return. My dear son, I can no longer hear your pleasing voice.