Then, sprung of woe, from eyes of all The women drops began to fall, As from each lotus on the lake The darting fish the water shake. When he, the king of high renown, Saw that one thought held all the town, Like some tall tree he fell and lay, Whose root the axe has hewn away.

In plain words: The women weep, their tears falling like water splashed from lotus flowers by darting fish. King Dasharatha sees that the whole town shares one sorrow, and he collapses like a tall tree cut at the root.