A thousand chiefs their steeds bestrode, Their glittering cars a thousand showed. And countless hosts in rich array Pursued on foot their eager way. Veiled from the air with silken screens In litters rode the widowed queens.

In plain words: A thousand chiefs ride horses and a thousand more ride shining chariots, while huge crowds follow on foot. The widowed queens of the late King Dasharatha travel in curtained litters, chairs carried on poles.