To the delighted ears of simple men;
For these have left their lands and their dear homes.
And Seeta with her father left her cot,
And cast behind, with a deep, heavy sigh,
One ling'ring look upon that vale where she
Was born and fondly nursed,—where glided on
Her days in pleasure and pure innocence,—
Where Rama lived and loved her tenderly.
Her father died of hunger on the way,
And the lone creature wandered in the streets