 कदा प्राणिसहस्राणि राजमार्गे ममात्मजौ।लाजैरवकिरिष्यन्ति प्रविशन्तावरिन्दमौ।। 
 When will the people in their thousands shower the parched grain on the highway when my sons Rama and Lakshmana, subduers of enemies, enter the city? 