apy anatham vane brahman
ma smadanty arbhakam vrkah
srantam sayanam ksudhitam
Translation by His Divine Grace A. C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Srila Prabhupada:
My dear brahmana, the face of my son was just like a lotus flower. I am thinking of his precarious condition. He is unprotected, and he might be very hungry. He might have lain down somewhere in the forest, and the wolves might have attacked him to eat his body.