Then King Sugríva with his eyes Still trembling with the sweet surprise Of the great joy he could not hide, To Raghu’s noblest scion cried: “O Ráma, racked with woe and fear, Spurned by my foes, I wander here.

In plain words: Still trembling with joy, Sugriva tells Rama that he is full of sorrow and fear, rejected by his enemies and wandering in exile.