He ceased: then rapture loosed each tongue: From men and dames, from old and young, One long, one universal cry, ’Tis he, ’tis Ráma, smote the sky. All lighted down with eager speed From elephant and car and steed, And every joyful eye intent On Ráma’s moonbright face was bent.

In plain words: Everyone, young and old, men and women, shouts together, "It's Rama!" They all jump down from their elephants, chariots and horses. Every eye is fixed on Rama's shining face.