Lifting his eyes to the sky, he said: "Oh night! Stay on. For when you pass
and day dawns, what shall I do? What shall I say to those eager crowds, who, full of love
for Raama, will be awaiting the coronation festivities? O heavens! Stay still for my sake
with your stars! No, no. Stay not, for then I must keep looking at this sinful woman.
Depart at once, O night, so that I may escape this face."
Thus delirious and conscious by turns, the
poor old man suffered agony--a king who had reigned for sixty-thousand years.
"Pity me, Kaikeyi," he said.
"Forget the harsh things I uttered .in anger. I beg you in the name of the love you
bore me. You may take it that I have given the kingdom to you. It is yours. And you can
give it with your own hands to Raama and see that the coronation goes through. The Raaja
Sabha has decided and I have announced to the elders and to Raama that his coronation
is to take place tomorrow. Let not this announcement become false. Have pity on me. Give
the kingdom as you own to Raama.