Valmiki Ramayana 2.69.34

2.69.34

lālapyamānasya vicetanasya pranaṣṭabuddheḥ patitasya bhūmau
muhur muhur niḥśvasataś ca dīrghaṃ sā tasya śokena jagāma rātriḥ

Then to her breast that youth she drew,
Whose sweet fraternal love she knew,
And there in strict embraces held
The hero, as her tears outwelled.
And Bharat's heart grew sick and faint
With grief and oft-renewed complaint,
And all his senses were distraught
By the great woe that in him wrought.
Thus he lay and still bewailed
With sighs and loud lament
Till all his strength and reason failed,
The hours of night were spent.