O Lakşmaņa, O you of mighty-arms, have you seen where my dear wife is? O dear! O Sītā! where have you gone? bewailing again and again in this strain Rāma began to range the forest. Sometimes leaping, sometimes walking in an uncertain direction, again and again he looked like one void of sense.
हा लक्ष्मण महाबाहो पश्यसे त्वं प्रियां क्वचित्। हा प्रिये व गता भद्रे हा सीतेति पुनः पुनः॥ इत्येवं विलपन् रामः परिधावन् वनाद् वनम्। क्वचिदुद्भ्रमते वेगात् क्वचिद् विभ्रमते बलात्॥