Valmiki Ramayana 2.11.5

2.11.5

mṛte mayi gate rāme vanaṃ manujapuṃgave
hantānārye mamāmitre rāmaḥ pravrājito vanam

'Childless so long, at length I won,
With mighty toil, from Heaven a son,
Ráma, the mighty-armed; and how
Shall I desert my darling now?
A scholar wise, a hero bold,
Of patient mood, with wrath controlled,
How can I bid my Ráma fly,
My darling of the lotus eye?
In heaven itself I scarce could bear,
When asking of my Ráma there,
To hear the Gods his griefs declare,
And O, that death would take me hence
Before I wrong his innocence!'