Surely, the grace of the city has gone away with my brother. Surely, that Ayodhyā does not look beautiful like an autumnal night with showers pouring down. When shall my brother, coming hither like a carnival, gladden all hearts in Ayodhyā like rain in summer?
नोत्सवाः सम्प्रवर्तन्ते रामशोकार्दिते पुरे। सा हि नूनं मम भ्रात्रा पुरस्यास्य द्युतिर्गता॥ नहि राजत्ययोध्येयं सासारेवार्जुनी क्षपा। कदा नु खलु मे भ्राता महोत्सव इवागतः॥ जनयिष्यत्ययोध्यायां हर्षं ग्रीष्म इवाम्बुदः।