Book, Chapter

 1   2, 7 |    tears bedew his face?~Doth a piercing painful ailment rack his
 2   3, 3 |         to see him go,~Like the piercing cry of curlew rose the piercing
 3   3, 3 | piercing cry of curlew rose the piercing voice of woe,~And in halls
 4   3, 4 |       the aged monarch rose the piercing voice of pain,~Like the
 5   5, 4 |   curlew raise their shrill and piercing cry,~Boundless fields of
 6   5, 4 | Brightening as the day advances piercing through the darksome veil,~
 7   6, 7 |   faltering, still she sent her piercing cry,~Echoing through the
 8  10, 4 |         missile's mighty shock!~Piercing through the Vanar forces,
 9  10, 7 |     matrons mourn thy fall with piercing wail!~Hark! the voice of
10  10, 11|          Rama's arrows keen and piercing sought his foeman's life