[1883]
"This [life], I think, is being borne away, O Candā, amid this welter of blood;
even today I am giving up life; my life-breaths, Candā, are ceasing.
I sink down in suffering (dukkha); my heart is burning; I grow faint —
it is for you, Candā, in your grieving; it is not from any other sorrows (soka).
Like grass, like the forest, I wither; like a river unreplenished, I run dry —
it is for you, Candā, in your grieving; it is not from any other sorrows.
Like rain upon a lake at the foot [of the mountain], these tears of mine stream down —
it is for you, Candā, in your grieving; it is not from any other sorrows."
English translation from the Pali (Siam Raṭṭha edition) — under review, not for citation.