Round them with reverent steps he paced, Nor vailed his eye, nor moved in haste. The loss of empire could not dim The glory that encompassed him. So will the Lord of Cooling Rays On whom the world delights to gaze, Through the great love of all retain Sweet splendour in the time of wane.

In plain words: Rama respectfully walks around the coronation vases without hanging his head or hurrying. Losing the kingdom does not dull his greatness, just as the moon stays lovely to people even as it shrinks.