The Ramayan by Valmiki

-"O Rama, great delight I feel, Pleased, Lakshman, with thy faithful zeal, That you within these shades I see With Sita come to honour me. But wandering through the rough rude wild Has wearied Janak's gentle child: With labours of the way oppressed The Maithil lady longs for rest. Young, delicate, and soft, and fair, Such toils as these untrained to bear, Her wifely love the dame has led The forest's troubled ways to tread. Here, Rama, see that naught annoy Her easy hours of tranquil joy: A glorious task has she assayed, To follow thee through woodland shade. Since first from Nature's hand she came, A woman's mood is still the same, When Fortune smiles, her love to show, And leave her lord in want and woe. No pity then her heart can feel, She arms her soul with warrior's steel, Swift as the storm or Feathered King, Uncertain as the lightning's wing. Not so thy spouse: her purer mind Shrinks from the faults of womankind; Like chaste Arundhati above, A paragon of faithful love. Let these blest shades, dear Rama, be A home for Lakshman, her, and thee."

With raised hands reverently meek He heard the holy hermit speak, And humbly thus addressed the sire Whose glory shone like kindled fire: "How blest am I, what thanks I owe That our great Master deigns to show His favour, that his heart can be Content with Lakshman, Sita, me. Show me, I pray, some spot of ground Where thick trees wave and springs abound, That I may raise my hermit cell And there in tranquil pleasure dwell."