O Raghu’s son, I gasp for breath, My swimming sight is dim in death. E’en now before my vision pass Bright trees of gold with hair of grass, The hour the impious robber chose Brings on the thief a flood of woes.

In plain words: Jatayu says he is gasping and his eyesight is fading; he sees visions of golden trees as he dies. But he says the time Ravana chose for his crime will bring Ravana great trouble.