Verse 70

⁶⁴The dove and the she-dove, always eager for the feeding of their young, came back with the food they had got and reached their nest. ⁶⁵The she-dove, seeing her own children, the little ones, wrapped in the net, ran to them crying out, in great pain, and they were crying out too. ⁶⁶Her heart strung tight again and again with love, brought low by the maya of the Unborn, she was caught in the mesh herself as she looked at the caught ones, having lost all thought. ⁶⁷The dove, seeing his own children caught, who were dearer to him than himself, and his wife, who was as himself, cried out in his misery, in the greatest pain.

⁶⁸See my ruin: I have little merit and a bad understanding, I am unsatisfied and my aim is unaccomplished, and my household, which served the three ends, is destroyed. ⁶⁹She suited me and she agreed with me, and I was her god; and now, leaving me in an empty house, she goes to heaven with her good sons. ⁷⁰Here I am in an empty house, brought low, my wife dead and my children dead. And why should I want to live, a widower whose life is grief?