Precede thee, and delight to bear

Entrusted to his reverent hold

The burthen of thy throne of gold?

Why, if the consecrating rite

Be ready, why this mournful plight?

Why do I see this sudden change,

This altered mien so sad and strange?”

To her, as thus she weeping cried,

Raghu's illustrious son replied:

“Sítá, my honoured sire's decree