The Ramayan

So through the wide and fair extent Of Kosala the hero went. Then toward Ayodhya back he gazed, And cried, with suppliant hands upraised: "Farewell, dear city, first in place, Protected by Kakutstha's race! And Gods, who in thy temples dwell, And keep thine ancient citadel! I from his debt my sire will free, Thy well-loved towers again will see, And, coming from my wild retreat, My mother and my father meet."

Then burning grief inflamed his eye, As his right arm he raised on high, And, while hot tears his cheek bedewed, Addressed the mournful multitude: "By love and tender pity moved, Your love for me you well have proved; Now turn again with joy, and win Success in all your hands begin."