“If, Ráma, thou had ne'er been born

My child to make thy mother mourn,

Though reft of joy, a childless queen,

Such woe as this I ne'er had seen.

Though to the childless wife there clings

One sorrow armed with keenest stings,

“No child have I: no child have I,”

No second misery prompts the sigh.

When long I sought, alas, in vain,

My husband's love and bliss to gain,