Cried Angad, “in Sugríva's mind?

Where is his high and generous soul,

His purity and self-control?

How is he worthy of our trust,

Righteous, and true, and wise, and just,

Who, shrinking not from sin and shame,

Durst take his living brother's dame?

Who, when, in stress of mortal strife

His noble brother fought for life,

Against the valiant warrior barred