Valmiki Ramayana 2.71.22

2.71.22

trīṇi dvandvāni bhūteṣu pravṛttāny aviśeṣataḥ
teṣu cāparihāryeṣu naivaṃ bhavitum arhati

Then when the princes' mournful train
Heard the sad brothers thus complain,
And saw their misery, at the view
Their grief burst wilder out anew.
Faint with lamenting, sad and worn,
Each like a bull with broken horn,
The brothers in their wild despair
Lay rolling, mad with misery, there.
Then old Vas'ishtha good and true,
Their father's priest, all lore who knew,
Raised weeping Bharat on his feet,
And thus bespake with counsel meet:
'Twelve days, my lord, have past away
Since flames consumed thy father's clay:
Delay no more: as rules ordain,
Gather what bones may yet remain.
Three constant pairs are ever found
To hem all mortal creatures round:
Then mourn not thus, O Prince, for none
Their close companionship may shun.'
Sumantra bade S'atrughna rise,
And soothed his soul with counsel wise,
And skilled in truth, his hearer taught
How all things are and come to naught,
When rose each hero from the ground,
A lion lord of men, renowned,
He showed like Indra's flag, whereon
Fierce rains have dashed and suns have shone.
They wiped their red and weeping eyes,
And gently made their sad replies:
Then, urged to haste, the royal pair
Performed the rites that claimed their care.