Book, Chapter

 1   2, 4|        not Rama in his rancour shed a younger brother's blood,~
 2   3, 5|    perchance her men and women shed for us a silent tear,~Loyal
 3   3, 5|     lustre on the weary exiles shed,~And on wood and rolling
 4   4, 1|       fresh and holy fragrance shed,~Now a hermit's matted tresses
 5   4, 2| departed, tears of sorrow Rama shed,~Then he raised his loving
 6   7, 4|        on her slaughtered hero shed,~E'en Sugriva's bosom melted
 7   8, 4|     beauty on the gem a lustre shed!~Ah, methink the gracious
 8   9, 9|      big with thunder but they shed no freshening rain,~False
 9   9, 9|      brother's blood I may not shed,--~Other Raksha craven-hearted
10  10, 2|     not, sad and saintly Sita, shed not widow's tears in vain,~
11  10, 5|       war in weapons skilled.~"Shed no tears of sorrow, father! "
12  10, 6|       will permit her blood be shed,~Indrajit slays not the