Then Ráma to his mother came, Saw her pale cheek and wasted frame, With gentle words her heart consoled, And clasped her feet with loving hold. Then at Sumitrá’s feet he bent, And fair Kaikeyí’s, reverent, Greeted each dame from chief to least, And bowed him to the household priest.

In plain words: Rama goes to his mother Kausalya and sees how pale and thin her grief has made her. He comforts her gently and holds her feet with love. He also bows to Sumitra and to Kaikeyi, whose wish had sent him into exile, and he greets every lady and the family priest.