Valmiki Ramayana 2.103.25

2.103.25

na yāce pitaraṃ rājyaṃ nānuśāsāmi mātaram
āryaṃ paramadharmajñam abhijānāmi rāghavam

Then Bharat rose: his hand he dipped,
And purifying water sipped:
'Each citizen,' he cried, 'give ear,
Attend, each counsellor and peer.
My mother planned, by me untaught,
To win the sway I never sought:

Ne'er Raghu's son could I despise,
In duty's lore supremely wise.
Now if obedience to our sire
This dwelling in the woods require,
I, till the destined years he spent,
Will dwell alone in banishment.'