The Ramayana/Book II/Canto CVII: Ráma's Speech

Thus, by his friends encompassed round, He spoke, and Ráma, far renowned, To his dear brother thus replied, Whom holy rites had purified: 'O thou whom Queen Kaikeyi bare The best of kings, thy words are fair. Our royal father, when of yore He wed her, to her father swore The best of kingdoms to confer, A noble dowry meet for her; Then, grateful, on the deadly day Of heavenly Gods' and demons' fray, A future boon on her bestowed To whose sweet care his life he owed. She to his mind that promise brought, And then the best of kings besought To bid me to the forest flee, And give the rule, O Prince, to thee. Thus bound by oath, the king our lord Gave her those boons of free accord. And bade me, O thou chief of men, Live in the woods four years and ten. I to this lonely wood have hied With faithful Lakshman by my side, And Si*tá by no tears deterred, Resolved to keep my father's word. And thou, my noble brother, too Shouldst keep our father's promise true: Anointed ruler of the state Maintain his word inviolate. From his great debt, dear brother, free Our lord the king for love of me, Thy mother's breast with joy inspire, And from all woe preserve thy sire. *Tis said, near Gayá's holy town Gayá, great *saint of high renown, This text recited when he paid Due rites to each ancestral shade: 'A son is born his sire to free From Put's infernal pains: Hence, saviour of his father, he   The name of Puttra gains.' Thus numerous sons are sought by prayer, In Scripture trained with graces fair, That of the number one some day May funeral rites at Gayá pay. The mighty saints who lived of old This holy doctrine ever hold. Then, best of men, our sire release From pains of hell, and give him peace. Now Bharat, to Ayodhya* speed, The brave S'atrughna with thee lead. Take with thee all the twice-born men, And please each lord and citizen. I now, O King, without delay To Dandak* wood will bend my way, And Lakshman and the Maithil dame Will follow still, our path the same. Now, Bharat, lord of men be thou, And o'er Ayodhyá reign: The silvan world to me shall bow, King of the wild domain. Yea, let thy joyful steps be bent To that fair town to-day, And I as happy and content, To Dandak wood will stray. The white umbrella o'er thy brow Its cooling shade shall throw: I to the shadow of the bough And leafy trees will go. S'atrughna, for wise plans renowned, Shall still on thee attend; And Lakshman, ever faithful found, Be my familiar friend. Let us his sons, O brother dear, The path of right pursue, And keep the king we all revere Still to his promise true.'