གལ་ཏེ་ཁྱོད་ཀྱི་མདུན་དུ་བདག་ཤི་ན། །འདི་འདྲའི་སྡུག་བསྔལ་མཐོང་བར་ག་ལ་འགྱུར། །
“ ‘Then the queen, no longer close to fainting, crazed, with her hair hanging loose in disarray, beat her breast with both her hands, thrashed on the ground like a fish writhing on dry land, and wept and wailed like a cow that has lost its calf.
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