Valmiki Ramayana 3.58.32

3.58.32

hā priye kva gatā bhadre hā sīteti punaḥ punaḥ
ity evaṃ vilapan rāmaḥ paridhāvan vanād vanam

Say, is my darling love in sight;
O dearest Sítá. where art thou?
Where is my darling consort now?'
Thus as he cried in wild lament
From grove to grove the mourner went.
Here for a moment sank to rest.
Then started up and onward pressed.
Thus roaming on like one distraught
Still for his vanished love he sought.
He searched in wood and hill and glade,
By rock and brook and wild cascade.
Through groves with restless step he sped
And left no spot unvisited.
Through lawns and woods of vast extent
Still searching for his love he went
With eager steps and fast.
For many a weary hour he toiled,
Still in his fond endeavour foiled,
Yet hoping to the last.