In plain words
Daśaratha, lamenting to Rāma: Without hearing your loving word as you gladly call me "Father", without embracing you with your chest, bearing its ornaments, pressed hard against mine and sinking into that joy, without smelling the crown of your head, without seeing your soft walk, like an elephant's gait, and your face like a lotus, I, base as I am, who have lost my lord, my son, still live.