Oh ! Lakshmana, all this sorrow calmed down when I came to this solitary forest. But with Sita's separation, it was rekindled just as fire blazes forth again with logs of wood. [3-63-6]
Her captivating copper coloured, roundish breasts deserved the application of the best of red sandal paste, would not be surely pleasing now, drenched in blood and mud. [3-63-8]
Her face with her clear, sweet and gentle words and her curly hair falling will no more look bright coming under the grip of demons like the moon eclipsed by Rahu. [3-63-9]
The bloodthirsty demons must have drunk the blood of my faithful beloved in a lonely place breaking her neck that used to wear beautiful necklaces. [3-63-10]