The Ramayan

When Bharat took his homeward road Still Rama in the wood abode: But soon he marked the fear and care That darkened all the hermits there. For all who dwelt before the hill Were sad with dread of coming ill: Each holy brow was lined by thought, And Rama's side they often sought. With gathering frowns the prince they eyed, And then withdrew and talked aside.

Then Raghu's son with anxious breast The leader of the saints addressed: "Can aught that I have done displease, O reverend Sage, the devotees? Why are their loving looks, O say, Thus sadly changed or turned away? Has Lakshman through his want of heed Offended with unseemly deed? Or is the gentle Sita, she Who loved to honour you and me-- Is she the cause of this offence, Failing in lowly reverence?"