व्योमं sky, गतविद्युद्वलाहकम् rid of clouds and lightning, सारसारवसङ्घुष्टम् filled with the cackle of flocks of Sarasa cranes, विमलम् clear, दृष्ट्वा च on glancing, आर्तया in a pitiable, गिरा tone, विललाप cried.

Looking at the sky rid of clouds and lightning, filled with the sounds of flocks of sarasa birds, Rama cried in a pitiable state.