Valmiki Ramayana 2.57.37

2.57.37

na dvijātir ahaṃ rājan mā bhūt te manaso vyathā
śūdrāyām asmi vaiśyena jāto janapadādhipa

I feared to draw the arrow out,
And pondered thus in painful doubt:
'Now tortured by the shaft he lies,
But if I draw it forth he dies.'
Helpless I stood, faint, sorely grieved:
The hermit's son my thought perceived;
As one o'ercome by direst pain
He scarce had strength to speak again.
With writhing limb and struggling breath,
Nearer and ever nearer death
My senses undisturbed remain,
And fortitude has conquered pain:
Now from one tear thy soul be freed.
Thy hand has made a Bráhman bleed.
Let not this pang thy bosom wring:
No twice-born youth am I, O King,
For of a Vais'ya sire I came,
Who wedded with a S'udrá dame.