I mourning, like a cow bereaved,
Had been this day among the dead.”
Canto XXI. Kausalyá Calmed.
While thus Kauśalyá wept and sighed,
With timely words sad Lakshmaṇ cried:
“O honoured Queen I like it ill
That, subject to a woman's will,
Ráma his royal state should quit
And to an exile's doom submit.