In all this world there lives not one So cursed as I beneath the sun; So strong a net of misery cast Around me holds the captive fast, Best of all birds that ply the wing, Loved, honoured by our sire the king, The vulture, in my fate enwound, Lies bleeding, dying on the ground.”

In plain words: Rama says no one in the world is as unlucky as he is, caught in a net of misery. Even Jatayu, the best of birds and a friend loved by his father King Dasharatha, now lies dying because of Rama's troubles.