Ramayana 2.331a

When, best of all who give delight, Her Rama wandered far from sight, Kausalya weeping, sore distressed, The king her husband thus addressed: "Thy name, O Monarch, far and wide Through the three worlds is glorified: Yet Rama's is the pitying mind, His speed is true, his heart is kind. How will thy sons, good lord, sustain With Sita, all their care and pain? How in the wild endure distress, Nursed in the lap of tenderness? How will the dear Videhan bear The heat and cold when wandering there Bred in the bliss of princely state, So young and fair and delicate? The large-eyed lady, wont to eat The best of finely seasoned meat-- How will she now her life sustain With woodland fare of self-sown grain? Will she, with joys encompassed long, Who loved the music and the song, In the wild wood endure to hear The ravening lion's voice of fear? Where sleeps my strong-armed hero, where, Like Lord Mahendra's standard, fair? Where is, by Lakshman's side, his bed, His club-like arm beneath his head? When shall I see his flower-like eyes, And face that with the lotus vies, Feel his sweet lily breath, and view His glorious hair and lotus hue? The heart within my breast, I feel, Is adamant or hardest steel, Or, in a thousand fragments split, The loss of him had shattered it, When those I love, who should be blest, Are wandering in the wood distressed, Condemned their wretched lives to lead In exile, by thy ruthless deed. If, when the fourteen years are past, Rama reseeks his home at last, I think not Bharat will consent To yield the wealth and government. At funeral feasts some mourners deal To kith and kin the solemn meal, And having duly fed them all Some Brahmans to the banquet call. The best of Brahmans, good and wise, The tardy summoning despise, And, equal to the Gods, disdain Cups, e'en of Amrit, thus to drain. Nay e'en when Brahmans first have fed, They loathe the meal for others spread, And from the leavings turn with scorn, As bulls avoid a fractured horn.