He spoke; and at the monarch's call The best of hermits told him all, How in the grove with him they dwelt, And slaughter to the demons dealt. Then wonder filled the monarch's breast, Who tended well each royal guest. Thus entertained, the princely pair Remained that night and rested there, And with the morn's returning ray To Mithila pursued their way.Ramayana 1.198 · Ramayana · 1
Ramayana 1.198
Ramayana · translated by Ralph T.H. Griffith
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