My dear brāhmaṇa, 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.
PURPORT
This verse has not purport by His Divine Grace A.C. Bhaktivedanta Svāmi Prabhupāda.
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