རྒྱལ་པོ་དེ་ནི་རབ་ཏུ་སེམས་ཞུམ་ཞིང་། །བུ་དང་བྲལ་བས་ནོན་ནས་སེམས་ཀྱང་འཁྲུགས། །མྱ་ངན་རབ་ཏུ་གདུངས་ཤིང་སྨྲེ་སྔགས་འདོན། །
Tormented by his grief he emitted wails, And in his mind the king had this thought: “ ‘ “I have one beloved, beautiful son, Mahāsattva, who has been seized by impermanence, And the other two sons of mine Will lose their lives to the fire of grief.
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