pitari uparate pāṇḍau sarvān naḥ suhṛdaḥ śiśūn arakṣatām vyasanataḥ pitṛvyau kva gatau itaḥ
When my father, Pāṇḍu, fell down and we were all small children, these two uncles gave us protection from all kinds of calamities. They were always our good well-wishers. Alas, where have they gone from here?