The Rāmāyaṇa of Vālmīki 2.34.9

2.34.9

saṃjñāṃ tu pratilabhyaiva muhūrtāt sa mahīpatiḥ
netrābhyām aśrupūrṇābhyāṃ sumantram idam abravīt

He spoke. With tears his eyes grew dim,
His senses all deserted him.
He cried, O Ráma, once, then weak
And fainting could no further speak.
Unconscious there he lay: at length
Regathering his sense and strength,
While his full eyes their torrents shed,
To wise Sumantra thus he said:
'Yoke the light car, and hither lead
Fleet coursers of the noblest breed,
And drive this heir of lofty fate
Beyond the limit of the state.
This seems the fruit that virtues bear,
The meed of worth which texts declare--
The sending of the brave and good
By sire and mother to the wood.'