Beholding Rama, ever in the service of his father, Kausalya held back her tears thinking, "Stranger to sorrows and hardships until this day, showering words of love on all beings, can this noble son of Dasaratha live on grain, scattered on the forest floor by chance? Can he subsist on the fruits and roots that the forest has to offer? Who will not shudder upon hearing that the most virtuous and beloved of all in this world has been banished by the king? The gods that impel his exile must be truly powerful". Aloud she said, "My son, the breath of your departure fans my grief, my lamentations feed it and my tears are libations to the fire that it causes. I will be scorched and consumed by its intensity.Let me live Rama! Let me come with you".

Rama thought otherwise "Mother! After my departure, deceived by Kaikeyi and deserted by you, the king will surely die. Do not commit the sin of abandoning your consort. So long as the king lives, submission to him is an unwritten law. Do not abandon him, in his hour of need. A woman's place is beside her husband, who is her lord and master.She may neglect even her worship and prayer, but cannot disregard her duties as a wife. Why do you sorrow, when a prince as noble as Bharata who knows no path except the path of dharma, is there to serve you with the greatest devotion."

Queen Kausalya finally gave in, coming to terms with what seemed to be an impossible situation. She saw her son, a stalwart in every virtue, rooted in dharma, standing before her with an unwavering resolution. Her eyes brimmed with tears of pride and sorrow as she blessed him with every good fortune and bade him farewell, "Go my sons! Go in peace. My heart protests, but my lips urge your departure. I will wait to hear your gentle voice. O Rama! Why cannot that moment of your return be now?"