Woe for our king’s untimely end, The generous lord the trusty friend: Our sure defence when fear arose, A dreaded scourge to stubborn foes. O, let the king thy hand has slain The honours of the dead obtain.”

In plain words: Vibhishana mourns Ravana as a generous lord, a loyal friend, and a protector of his people. He asks Rama to let Ravana receive proper funeral honors.