All the kings were disheartened at the sight of the Lord, just as stars fads away with the rising of the full moon,
For they all felt inwardly assured that Sri Rama would undoubtedly break the bow,
Or even if the huge bow of Shiva proved too strong for him, that Sri Sita would still place the garland of victory round the neck,
They therefore, said to one another, realizing this, Brothers, let us turn homewards, casting to the winds all glory, fame, strength and pride,
May Lord bless all,
Thanks please