“Our high-souled king! He throws a grace

On old Ikshváku's royal race.

He feels his years' increasing weight,

And makes his son associate.

Great joy to us the choice will bring

Of Ráma for our lord and king.

The good and bad to him are known,

And long will he protect his own.

No pride his prudent breast may swell,

Most just, he loves his brothers well,