The Rāmāyaṇa of Vālmīki 2.66.7

2.66.7

evaṃ pṛṣṭas tu kaikeyyā priyaṃ pārthivanandanaḥ
ācaṣṭa bharataḥ sarvaṃ mātre rājīvalocanaḥ //

Thus to the offspring of the king
She spake with tender questioning,
And to his mother made reply
Young Bharat of the lotus eye:
'The seventh night has come and fled
Since from my grandsire's home I sped:
My mother's sire is well, and he,
Yudhájit, from all trouble free.
The gold and every precious thing
Presented by the conqueror king,
The slower guards behind convey:
I left them weary on the way.
Urged by the men my father sent,
My hasty course I hither bent:
Now, I implore, an answer deign,
And all I wish to know, explain.