The royal vulture thus replied,
While as he sank beneath his pain
Forth rushed the tide of blood again.
“Him,[514] brother of the Lord of Gold,
Viśravas' self begot of old.”
Thus spoke the bird, and stained with gore
Resigned the breath that came no more.
“Speak, speak again!” thus Ráma cried,
With reverent palm to palm applied,
But from the frame the spirit fled