Scarce could I move each stubborn horse:
Shedding hot tears of grief he stood
When Ráma turned him to the wood.[333]
As the two princes parted thence
I raised my hands in reverence,
Mounted my ready car, and bore
The grief that stung me to the core.
With Guha all that day I stayed,
Still by the earnest hope delayed
That Ráma, ere the time should end,