At the remembrance of Rama, the king’s swoon left him and he turned on his side. Taking advantage of the opportunity, the minister humbly informed him of Rama’s arrival.
When the king heard that Rama had come, he summoned up courage and opened his eyes. The minister supported his sovereign to a seat, where the king saw Rama falling at his feet. In an agony of affection, he clasped him to his bosom, like some snake that has recovered the jewel it had lost. As the monarch continued gazing upon Rama, a flood of tears came into his eyes, nor in his sore distress could he utter a word, but again and again he pressed him to his heart. Inwardly he was praying God that Raghunath might not be banished to the woods; and remembering Mahadeva humbly begged: “Immortal Siva, hear my petition; Thou art easily satisfied, compassionate and generous; recognize then in me a poor suppliant and remove my distress.
When the king heard that Rama had come, he summoned up courage and opened his eyes. The minister supported his sovereign to a seat, where the king saw Rama falling at his feet. In an agony of affection, he clasped him to his bosom, like some snake that has recovered the jewel it had lost. As the monarch continued gazing upon Rama, a flood of tears came into his eyes, nor in his sore distress could he utter a word, but again and again he pressed him to his heart. Inwardly he was praying God that Raghunath might not be banished to the woods; and remembering Mahadeva humbly begged: “Immortal Siva, hear my petition; Thou art easily satisfied, compassionate and generous; recognize then in me a poor suppliant and remove my distress.