Who dares thy will to disobey?

Who checks the maddened flames that seize

On forests full of withered trees?”

Then Lakshmaṇ spoke, her mind to ease,

His kind reply in words like these:

“Thy lord his days in pleasure spends,

Heedless of duty and of friends,

Nor dost thou mark, though fondly true,

The evil path his steps pursue.

He cares not for affairs of state,