Now on the gathered wood shall lie The lord of all the birds that fly, And I will burn with honours due My champion whom the giant slew. O royal bird of noblest heart, Graced with all funeral rites depart To bright celestial seats above, Rewarded for thy faithful love.

In plain words: Rama says he will burn the body of the king of birds with full honor. He prays that Jatayu, the noble-hearted bird, will go to heaven as a reward for his faithful love.