Buddhacarita by Ven Asvaghosa - Ancient Buddhist Texts

Buddha-carita, or Life of Buddha - 105
69. ‘My heart too is certainly most stern, yea, made of rock or
fashioned even of iron, which does not break when its lord is gone to
the forest, deserted by his royal glory like an orphan, – he so well
worthy of happiness.’
70. So the queen, fainting in her woe, wept and pondered and wailed
aloud repeatedly, – self-possessed as she was by nature, yet in her
distress she remembered not her fortitude and felt no shame.
71. Seeing Yaśodharā thus bewildered with her wild utterances of
grief and fallen on the ground, all the women cried out with their
faces streaming with tears like large lotuses beaten by the rain.
72. But the king, having ended his prayers, and performed the
auspicious rites of the sacrifice, now came out of the temple; and
being smitten by the wailing sound of the people, he tottered like an
elephant at the crash of a thunderbolt.
73. Having heard (of the arrival) of both Chaṁdaka and Kaṁthaka,
and having learned the fixed resolve of his son, the lord of the earth
fell struck down by sorrow like the banner of Indra when the festival
is over.
74. Then the king, distracted by his grief for his son, being held up
for a moment by his attendants all of the same race, gazed on the
horse with his eyes filled with tears, and then falling on the ground
wailed aloud: