In plain words
Hanumān says: Vaidēhī, whose soft glance is a doe's, you whose words are sweet as milk, hear a plea: when you had gone by the stony paths thick in the forest to dwell in the forest, and were staying on the slopes of Citrakūṭa with their honey-filled groves, that Bharata, perfect in his dependence on him, came and bowed before him, begging him to return: that is one more token.