Her of the glorious hair,
From Lakshmaṇ's cheek the colour fled,
And o'er his heart came sudden dread,
Sick, faint, and sore disquieted
By woe too great to bear.
Canto LXIV. Ráma's Lament.
Reft of his love, the royal chief,
Weighed down beneath his whelming grief,
Desponding made his brother share