"Go, you bow at Sugreeva’s feet, And in my name the Monarch greet. Before the sons of Raghu bend, And give the greeting that I send Greet kindly Ruma too, for she A son's affection claims from me, And gently calm with friendly care My mother Tara's wild despair; Or when she hears her darling's fate The queen will die disconsolate.' Thus Angad bade the chiefs adieu."