61Canto LXI. Kausalyá's Lament.When, best of all who give delight, Her Ráma wandered far from sight, Kauśalyá weeping, sore distressed, The king her husband thus addressed: “Thy name, O Monarch, far and wide Through the three worlds is glorified: Yet Ráma's is the pitying mind, His speed is true, his heart is kind. How will thy sons, good lord, sustain With Sítá, all their care and pain? How in the wild endure distress, Nursed in the lap of tenderness? How will the dear Videhan bear The heat and cold when wandering there Bred in the bliss of princely state, So young