The Rāmāyaṇa of Vālmīki 2.66.7

2.66.7

evaṃ pṛṣṭhas tu kaikeyyā priyaṃ pārthivanandanaḥ
ācaṣṭa bharataḥ sarvaṃ mātre rājīvalocanaḥ

Thus to the offspring of the king
She spake with tender questioning,
And to his mother made reply
Young Bharat of the lotus eye:
'The seventh night has come and fled
Since from my grandsire's home I sped:
My mother's sire is well, and he,
Yudhájit, from all trouble free.
The gold and every precious thing
Presented by the conqueror king,
The slower guards behind convey:
I left them weary on the way.
Urged by the men my father sent,
My hasty course I hither bent:
Now, I implore, an answer deign,
And all I wish to know, explain.