Indra sings: victory to Rama, home of beauty, slayer of Khara and Dushana. You have killed this wicked one, and all the devas have their protector again. Proud of his strength, the lord of Lanka had subdued and harassed devas, munis and men; delighting in harming others, the sinner got his due. Now hear me, lotus-eyed friend of the lowly: I was full of pride and thought no one my equal; seeing your lotus feet, that pride and its sorrows are gone. Some meditate on the formless Brahman; I love the King of Kosala, Shri Rama with form. Dwell in my heart with Vaidehi and your brother; know me as your servant and give me bhakti. Now, merciful one, tell me what I may do.
जय हरन धरनी भार । महिमा उदार अपार । जय रावनारि कृपाल । किए जातुधान बिहाल ॥ लंकेस अति बल गर्ब । किए बस्य सुर गंधर्ब । मुनि सिद्ध नर खग नाग । हठि पन्थ सब कें लाग ॥
jaya harana dharanī bhāra | mahimā udāra apāra | jaya rāvanāri kṛpāla | kie jātudhāna bihāla || laṃkesa ati bala garba | kie basya sura gaṃdharba | muni siddha nara khaga nāga | haṭhi pantha saba keṃ lāga ||
घर-द्रोह-रत अति दुष्ट । पायो से फल पापिष्ट । अब सुनहु दीन दयाल । राजीव नयन-बिसाल ॥ मोहि रहा अति अभिमान । नहिँ कोउ मोहि समान । अब देखि प्रभु-पद-कञ्ज । गत मान-प्रद-दुख-पुञ्ज ॥
ghara-droha-rata ati duṣṭa | pāyo se phala pāpiṣṭa | aba sunahu dīna dayāla | rājīva nayana-bisāla || mohi rahā ati abhimāna | nahim̐ kou mohi samāna | aba dekhi prabhu-pada-kañja | gata māna-prada-dukha-puñja ||