O speak, dear Hanumán, and tell
Each word that from her sweet lips fell,
Her words, her words alone can give
The healing balm to make me live.”[894]
BOOK VI.[895]
Canto I. Ráma's Speech.
The son of Raghu heard, consoled,
O speak, dear Hanumán, and tell
Each word that from her sweet lips fell,
Her words, her words alone can give
The healing balm to make me live.”[894]
The son of Raghu heard, consoled,