Verse 12

⁷seeing his own city broken apart, and his sons and grandsons, followers and ministers turned against him and paying him no regard, and his wife with her fondness gone, ⁸and himself swallowed by the girl, and the Pancalas spoiled by the enemy, he fell into a worry that had no end, and found no remedy for it. ⁹Wretched, longing still for pleasures the girl had made stale, the love and the way to himself gone out of him, he went on fondling his sons and his wife. ¹⁰That city, overrun by the gandharvas and the yavanas and ground down by the daughter of Time, the king began to leave, though he did not want to. ¹¹Prajvara, elder brother of the one whose name is Fear, came up and burned the whole of that city, wanting to do his brother a kindness.

¹²As it burned, the man of the house was scorched with it, and his townsmen with him, and his belongings, and his wife, and all his line.