Verse 30

³⁰Then Vaidarbhi, dark at the corner of the eye, sweet in her speaking, remembered her own lost son, and milk ran from her breasts for love. ³¹Who is this jewel among men, and whose is he, this lotus-eyed one? What woman carried him in her body, and who is this that he has got? ³²My own son too was lost, carried out of the birth room. If he is alive anywhere, he would be of this one's age and this one's looks. ³³But how has this one come by such likeness to him of the Sarnga bow, in build, in limbs, in walk, in voice, in laughing, in looking? ³⁴Or surely he is that one, the child I carried in my womb. My liking for him is more than it should be, and my left arm is throbbing.