Thy brother's grief and fitful rage?

Didst thou not all his troubles share,

His guide and comfort in despair?”

As Ráma, vanquished, wept and sighed

The Vánar chieftain thus replied:

“Great Prince, unmanly thoughts dismiss,

Nor yield thy soul to grief like this.

In vain those burning tears are shed:

Our glory Lakshmaṇ is not dead.

Death on his brow no mark has set,