Spoiled of thy crown, with limbs outspread, Why wilt thou press thy gory bed? Why slumber on the earth’s cold breast, When sumptuous couches woo to rest? Ah me, my brother over bold, Thine is the fate my heart foretold: But love and pride forbade to hear The friend who blamed thy wild career.

In plain words: Vibhishana asks why his brother lies on the cold, bloody ground instead of a soft bed. He says he had warned Ravana this would happen, but Ravana's pride would not let him listen to a friend's criticism.