Book, Chapter

 1   3, 8|         a sure and deadly wound,~Ah! too deadly was my arrow
 2   3, 8|  Lakshman true and faithful son,~Ah! forgive a dying father
 3   4, 1|          brothers from his feet,~Ah, too deep is love for utterance
 4   4, 4| wherefore lead this life of woe?~Ah! I weep for erring mortals
 5   6, 7|       ruthless Ravan bears away!~Ah, my Rama, true and tender!
 6   6, 7|     shalt still redeem thy wife,~Ah, my Rama, mighty-arméd!
 7   7, 3|          faint and pleading eye!~Ah! those soft and pleading
 8   7, 5|        the dappled sunlit skies!~Ah, my lost and loving Sita!
 9   8, 4|        on the gem a lustre shed!~Ah, methink the gracious Janak
10   8, 4|          monarch's stature high,~Ah, methinks my bride and consort,
11   8, 4|     speaks again her loving row,~Ah, the sad, the sweet remembrance!
12   8, 4|           the sweet remembrance! ah, the happy days gone by,~