The Rāmāyaṇa of Vālmīki 2.68.21

2.68.21

śāntaṃ pātaṃ na vaḥ kiṃ cit kutaś cid amarādhipa
ahaṃ tu magnau śocāmi svaputrau viṣame sthitau

Thus spake the God who rules the skies,
Indra, the Lord supremely wise;
And gentle Surabhi, well learned
In eloquence, this speech returned:
'Not thine the fault, great God, not thine
And guiltless are the Lords divine:
I mourn two children faint with toil,
Labouring hard in stubborn soil,
Wasted and sad I see them now,
While the sun beats on neck and brow,
Still goaded by the cruel hind,--
No pity in his savage mind.
O Indra, from this body sprang
These children, worn with many a pang.
For this sad sight I mourn, for none
Is to the mother like her son.'