Jai Sri Ram,
Do not blame anyone, my son, it is providence that has turned hostile to me, and makes me survive even under these circumstances,
At his father's command, Rama discarded princely apparel and put on a hermit dress, without any anger or joy,
Bowed his head and departed with Sita and Laxman, all happened before me, wretched soul did not take leave of the body,
Bharata wailed in distress, the palace turned into an abode of sorrow, and his eyes spoke more than words to prove his innocence that he was in no way involved in this plot,
May Lord bless all,
Thanks, please
