Why is the scourge of foes so cold, Nor gives me greeting as of old? Now let not anger flush thy cheek: Before thy face the truth I speak, In hermit’s coat with matted hair To the wild wood will I repair.

In plain words: Rama asks why his father, the king, will not greet him warmly as before. He tells Kaikeyi not to be angry, because he truly means it: he will go to the forest as a hermit.