किं पुत्र घनतां शोकं नयस्यान्ध्यैककारणम् ।वाष्पधाराधरं घोरं प्रावट्काल इवाम्बुजम्
In plain words
Puṇya said: Why, son, do you make your grief grow so dense -- grief, the one cause of blindness, dreadful, bearing streams of tears -- as the rainy season does the lotus?