This is his charioteer lying on earth being killed by the velocity of my wings. Having sundered my wings with his dagger, who had been exhausted, Rāvana taking Sītā, rose high up in the welkin. It behove you not to kill me who had been wounded before by the Rākşasa.
अयं तु सारथिस्तस्य मत्पक्षनिहतो भुवि। परिश्रान्तस्य मे पक्षौ छित्वा खङ्गेन रावणः॥ सीतामादाय वैदेहीमुत्पपात विहायसम्। रक्षसा निहतं पूर्वं मां न हन्तुं त्वमर्हसि ॥