The Rāmāyaṇa of Vālmīki 6.111.2

6.111.2

pātayitvā tataś cakṣuḥ sarvato raghunandanaḥ
abravīn maithilīṃ sītāṃ rāmaḥ śaśinibhānanām

Then Ráma, speeding through the skies,
Bent on the earth his eager eyes:
'Look, Sítá, see, divinely planned
And built by Vis'vakarmá's hand,
Lanká the lovely city rest
Enthroned on Mount Trikúta's crest
Behold those fields, ensanguined yet,
Where Vánar hosts and giants met.
There, vainly screened by charm and spell,
The robber Rávan fought and fell.
There knelt Mandodari and shed
Her tears in floods for Rávan dead.
And every dame who loved him sent