The Ramayan

But Sita hearing as she thought, Her husband's cry with anguish fraught, Called to her guardian, "Lakshman, run And in the wood seek Raghu's son. Scarce can my heart retain its throne, Scarce can my life be called mine own, As all my powers and senses fail At that long, loud and bitter wail. Haste to the wood with all thy speed And save thy brother in his need. Go, save him in the distant glade Where loud he calls, for timely aid. He falls beneath some giant foe-- A bull whom lions overthrow."

Deaf to her prayer, no step he stirred Obedient to his mother's word, Then Janak's child, with ire inflamed, In words of bitter scorn exclaimed exclaimed