There stood surrounded by a ring Of mournful wives the mournful king; For, “I will see once more,” he cried, “Mine own dear son,” and forth he hied. As he came near, there rose the sound Of weeping, as the dames stood round.

In plain words: King Dasaratha, surrounded by his sad wives, hurries out crying that he must see his dear son once more. The women weep as he comes near.