Ramayana 3.97

"See, see this smooth and lovely glade Which flowery trees encircling shade: Do thou, beloved Lakshman rear A pleasant cot to lodge us here. I see beyond that feathery brake The gleaming of a lilied lake, Where flowers in sunlike glory throw Fresh odours from the wave below. Agastya's words now find we true, He told the charms which here we view: Here are the trees that blossom o'er Godavari's most lovely shore. Whose pleasant flood from side to side With swans and geese is beautified, And fair banks crowded with the deer That steal from every covert near. The peacock's cry is loud and shrill From many a tall and lovely hill, Green-belted by the trees that wave Full blossoms o'er the rock and cave. Like elephants whose huge fronts glow With painted streaks, the mountains show Long lines of gold and silver sheen With copper's darker hues between. With every tree each hill is graced, Where creepers blossom interlaced. Look where the Sal's long branches sway, And palms their fanlike leaves display; The date-tree and the Jak are near, And their long stems Tamalas rear. See the tall Mango lift his head, Asokas all their glory spread, The Ketak her sweet buds unfold, And Champacs hang their cups of gold.(450) The spot is pure and pleasant: here Are multitudes of birds and deer. O Lakshman, with our father's friend What happy hours we here shall spend!"