Consoled by the truth-telling yet sweetspeeched charioteer, that lady oppressed with grief for her son, ceased not to wail loudly, "My beloved,” “My son," "Rāghava."
तथापि सूतेन सुयुक्तवादिना निवार्यमाणा सुतशोककर्शिता। न चैव देवी विरराम कूजितात् प्रियेति पुत्रेति च राघवेति च ॥