You are silent now when I face the greatest sorrow. How can I survive you? Where
in the world is a warrior like you? One can replace anything lost, but where can I find
anyone to fill your place?
"Like Kaartaveeryaarjuna with his
thousand hands, you with your two hands discharged showers of arrows and slew the
Raakshasas. How could death come to you? You came with me into the forest, and now I shall
repay my debt to you by joining with you to the abode of Yama. I confess defeat. The word
I gave to Vibheeshana cannot be fulfilled.
Oh Vaanara king! Return to Kishkindha with
all your warriors. You have worked hard for me. You have fulfilled all the duties of
friendship. You have my gratitude. But there is no use in more of you dying. Go back to
your city. Let me perish here." Thus did Raama lament in helpless grief.
Then Vibheeshana arrived there, mace in
hand. Seeing his huge dark form, the Vaanaras imagined it was Indrajit again and started