“Woe! woe!” from the sad monarch burst, In surging floods of grief immersed; Then swooning, with his wits astray, Upon the gold-wrought couch he lay, And Ráma raised the aged king: But the stern queen, unpitying, Checked not her needless words, nor spared The hero for all speed prepared, But urged him with her bitter tongue, Like a good horse with lashes stung, She spoke her shameful speech. Serene He heard the fury of the queen, And to her words so vile and dread Gently, unmoved in mind, he said:

In plain words: The king cries out in grief and faints on his golden couch, and Rama lifts him up. Kaikeyi shows no pity and keeps urging Rama with bitter words, but Rama listens calmly and answers gently.