O Ráma, to our prayer attend.

O do not thou this grace deny:

Thy brother, pupil, slave am I.

Look on this venerable ring,

Advisers of our sire the king,

From age to age so honoured: thou

Shouldst grant their supplication now.”

As weeping thus the hero prayed,

His head at Ráma's feet he laid.

Like a mad elephant he sighed: