The Rāmāyaṇa of Vālmīki 2.66.19

2.66.19

uttiṣṭhottiṣṭha kiṃ śeṣe rājaputra mahāyaśaḥ
tvadvidhā na hi śocanti santaḥ sadasi saṃmatāḥ

With choking sobs, with many a tear.
Pierced to the heart with grief sincere,
The best of conquerors poured his sighs,
And with his robe veiled face and eyes.
Kaikeyí saw him fallen there,
Godlike, afflicted, in despair,
Used every art to move him thence,
And tried him thus with eloquence:
'Arise, arise, my dearest; why
Wilt thou, famed Prince, so lowly lie?
Not by such grief as this are moved
Good men like thee, by all approved.
The earth thy father nobly swayed,
And rites to Heaven he duly paid.
At length his race of life was run:
Thou shouldst not mourn for him, my son.'