The Rāmāyaṇa of Vālmīki 2.68.23

2.68.23

mama kāyāt prasūtau hi duḥkhitau bhārapīḍitau
yau dṛṣṭvā paritapye 'haṃ nāsti putrasamaḥ priyaḥ //

Thus spake the God who rules the skies,
Indra, the Lord supremely wise;
And gentle Surabhi, well learned
In eloquence, this speech returned:
'Not thine the fault, great God, not thine
And guiltless are the Lords divine:
I mourn two children faint with toil,
Labouring hard in stubborn soil,
Wasted and sad I see them now,
While the sun beats on neck and brow,
Still goaded by the cruel hind,--
No pity in his savage mind.
O Indra, from this body sprang
These children, worn with many a pang.
For this sad sight I mourn, for none
Is to the mother like her son.'