The vulture monarch having wrought A hard and glorious feat, Honoured by Ráma sage in thought, Soared to his blissful seat. The brothers, when each rite was paid To him of birds supreme, Their hearts with new-found comfort stayed, And turned them from the stream.

In plain words: Jatayu, after his brave deed and honored by Rama, rises to heaven. After finishing all the funeral rites, the brothers feel some comfort and leave the river.