Do you hear, O Rāghava, how I have been ordered by your Sire. This kingdom, rid of thorns is to be conferred of Bharata, and you shall have to sojourn into woods for years nine and five. Do you therefore repair to forest, O Kākutstha and save your Sire from untruth.
तव पित्रा समाज्ञप्तं ममेदं शृणु राघव॥ भरताय प्रदातव्यमिदं राज्यमकण्टकम्। त्वया तु खलु वस्तव्यं नव वर्षाणि पञ्च च॥ वने प्रव्रज काकुत्स्थ पितरं मोचयानृतात्।