“My King,” he cried, “receive again

The pledge preserved through years of pain,

The rule and lordship of the land

Entrusted to my weaker hand.

No more I sigh o'er sorrows past,

My birth and life are blest at last

In the glad sight this day has shown,

When Ráma comes to rule his own.”

He ceased: the faithful love that moved

The prince's soul each heart approved;