Valmiki Ramayana 2.32.11

2.32.11

kaikeyyāṃ muktalajjāyāṃ vadantyām atidāruṇam
rājā daśaratho vākyam uvācāyatalocanām
vahantaṃ kiṃ tudasi māṃ niyujya dhuri māhite

Then, answering, Das'aratha spoke:
'Why. having bowed me to the yoke.
Dost thou, must cruel, spur and goad
Me who am struggling with the load?
Why didst thou not oppose at first
This hope, vile Queen, so fondly nursed?'

As thus Kakutstha's offspring spoke,
Fear in Katiketí's breast awoke.
The freshness of her face was dried,
Her trembling tongue was terror-tied.
Alarmed and sad, with bloodless cheek,
She turned to him and scarce could speak:
'Nay, Sire, but Bharat shall not gain
An empty realm where none remain.
My Bharat shall not rule a waste
Reft of all sweets to charm the taste--
The wine-cup's dregs, all dull and dead,
Whence the light foam and life are fled.'
Thus in her rage the long-eyed dame
Spoke her dire speech untouched by shame.