Ramayana 3.70

As Rama thus the tale rehearsed, And with Sumitra's son conversed, The setting sun his last rays shed, And evening o'er the land was spread. A while the princely brothers stayed And even rites in order paid, Then to the holy grove they drew And hailed the saint with honour due. With courtesy was Rama met By that illustrious anchoret, And for one night he rested there Regaled with fruit and hermit fare. But when the night had reached its close, And the sun's glorious circle rose, The son of Raghu left his bed And to the hermit's brother said: "Well rested in thy hermit cell, I stand, O saint, to bid farewell; For with thy leave I journey hence Thy brother saint to reverence." "Go, Rama go," the sage replied: Then from the cot the chieftain hied. And while the pleasant grove he viewed, The path the hermit showed, pursued. Of every leaf, of changing hue. Plants, trees by hundreds round him grew, With joyous eyes he looked on all, Then Jak,(427) the wild rice, and Sal;(428) He saw the red Hibiscus glow, He saw the flower-tipped creeper throw The glory of her clusters o'er Tall trees that loads of blossom bore. Some, elephants had prostrate laid, In some the monkeys leapt and played, And through the whole wide forest rang The charm of gay birds as they sang. Then Rama of the lotus eye To Lakshman turned who followed nigh, And thus the hero youth impressed With Fortune's favouring signs, addressed: