Verse 17

¹³The watchman of the city, his own quarters shut off by the yavanas, the city swallowed by the daughter of Time, was caught by Prajvara and burned too. ¹⁴He could not save it. In great distress and shaking hard, he wanted to be out of there, as out of the hollow of a tree that has caught fire. ¹⁵When his limbs hung slack and the gandharvas had taken his strength, and the yavanas, those enemies, had him shut in, then, king, he wept. ¹⁶His daughters, his sons and grandsons, his sisters and sons-in-law and attendants, and whatever of house and treasury and gear was still left him as his own, ¹⁷all this the householder had made his own with I and mine. Poor in understanding, wretched, he brooded on his house and on his wife, with the parting upon him.