A great and incomparable fire of sorrow will generate in my whole body. The wind which flares it up is your not being seen here. My lamentation and grief are the fire-sticks. My wailing tears will be the offerings as an oblation to fire. [2-24-6]
चिन्ताबाष्पमहाधूमस्तवागमनचित्तजः | कर्शयित्वा भृशं पुत्र निश्वासायाससम्भवः || २-२४-७
Oh ! Son, The choking and anxiety will be a great smoke. The thought that when you would return, will generate smoke again and will make me emaciated completely. [2-24-7]
Soon after your departure ( to a distant forest ), such a fire of grief will make me burn like fire burns a forest of dead trees or a bunch of dry grass in summer. [2-24-8]