सदारस् सहभृत्यो ऽहं तत्कृते मुनिनायक । शरदीव पयोवाहो नूनं निस्सहतां गतः
With my wife and attendants, O chief of sages, I too have become utterly helpless on his account, like a raincloud in autumn.
ईदृशो ऽसौ सुतो बाल आधिना विवशीकृतः । कथं ददामि तं तुभ्यं योद्धुं सह निशाचरैः
Such is my son, a mere boy, rendered powerless by sorrow—how can I give him to you to fight against the night-dwelling demons?
अपि बालाङ्गनासङ्गाद् अपि साधो सुधारसात् । राज्याद् अपि सुखायैष पुत्रस्नेहो महामते
O wise one, the love for a son brings happiness greater than that from the company of young women, from the taste of nectar, or even from sovereignty.
ये दुरन्ता महारम्भास् त्रिषु लोकेषु खेददाः । पुत्रस्नेहेन सन्तो ऽपि कुर्वते ते न संश्रयम्
Even those who are content do not undertake the most difficult and exhausting endeavors in the three worlds, but for the sake of love for a son, they do not hesitate.
असवो ऽथ धनं दारास् त्यज्यन्ते मानवैस् सुखम् । न पुत्रा मुनिशार्दूल स्वभावो ह्य् एष जन्तुषु
People may easily give up their lives, wealth, or wives, O best of sages, but not their sons—such is the nature of living beings.
राक्षसाः क्रूरकर्माणः कूटयुद्धविशारदाः । रामस् तान् योधयत्व् इत्थम् उक्तिर् एवातिदुस्सहा
The very thought that Rama should fight those demons—cruel in deed and skilled in deceitful warfare—is utterly unbearable.