And all its might be lost with me.”
The loving speech Sugríva heard,
And all his heart with woe was stirred.
Remorse and gentle pity stole
Each thought of triumph from his soul:
Thus fades the light when Ráhu[606] mars
The glory of the Lord of Stars.[607]
All angry thoughts were stayed and stilled
And kindly love his bosom filled.
His brother's word the chief obeyed