Ramayana 3.239b

The good will die: the crime of kings Destruction on the people brings: The sinless die, as in the lake The fish must perish with the snake. The prostrate giants thou wilt see Slain for this folly wrought by thee, Their bodies bright with precious scent And sheen of heavenly ornament; Or see the remnant of thy train Seek refuge far, when help is vain And with their wives, or widowed, fly To every quarter of the sky; Thy mournful eyes, where'er they turn, Will see thy stately city burn, When royal homes with fire are red, And arrowy nets around are spread. A sin that tops all sins in shame Is outrage to another's dame, A thousand wives thy palace fill, And countless beauties wait thy will. O rest contented with thine own, Nor let thy race be overthrown. If thou, O King, hast still delight In rank and wealth and power and might, In noble wives, in troops of friends, In all that royal state attends, I warn thee, cast not all away, Nor challenge Rama to the fray. If deaf to every friendly prayer, Thou still wilt seek the strife, And from the side of Rama tear His lovely Maithil wife, Soon will thy life and empire end Destroyed by Rama's bow, And thou, with kith and kin and friend, To Yama's realm must go."