They came from mountain, lake, and cave.

As on their way the Vanars went
To rouse each distant armament,
They chanced that wondrous tree to view
That on Himalaya's summit grew.
Of old upon that sacred height
Was wrought Mahesvar's(648) glorious rite,
Which every God in heaven beheld,
And his glad heart with triumph swelled.
There from pure seed at random sown
Bright plants with luscious fruit had grown,
And, sweet as Amrit to the taste,
The summit of the mountain graced.
Who once should eat the virtuous fruit
That sprang from so divine a root,
One whole revolving moon should be
From every pang of hunger free.
The Vanars culled the fruit they found
Ripe on the sacrificial ground
With rare celestial odours sweet,
To lay them at Sugriva's feet.
Those noble envoys scoured the land
To summon every Vanar band
Then swiftly homeward at the head
Of countless armaments they sped.
They gathered by Kishkindha's wall.
They thronged Sugriva's palace hall,
And, richly laden, bare within
That fruit of heavenly origin.
Their gifts before their king they spread,
And thus in tones of triumph said:

"Through every land our way we took
To visit hill and wood and brook,
And all thy hosts from east to west
Flock hither at their lord's behest."
Sugriva with delighted look
The present of his envoys took,
Then bade them go, with gracious speech
Rewarding and dismissing each.

Canto XXXVIII. Sugriva's Departure.

Thus all the princely Vanars, true
To their appointed tasks, withdrew.
Sugriva deemed already done
The work he planned for Raghu's son.
Then Lakshman gently spoke and cheered
Sugriva for his valour feared:
"Now, chieftain, if thy will be so,
Forth from Kishkindha let us go."
Sugriva's heart swelled high with pride
As to the prince he thus replied:
"Come, speed we forth without delay:
'Tis mine thy mandate to obey."
Sugriva bade the dames adieu,
And Tara and the rest withdrew.
Then at their chieftain's summons came
The Vanars first in rank and fame,
A trusty brave and reverent band,
Meet e'en before a queen to stand.
They at his call made haste to bring
The litter of the glorious king.
"Mount, O my friend." Sugriva cried,
And straight Sumitra's son complied.
Then took by Lakshman's side his place
The sovereign of the woodland race,
Upraised by Vanars, fleet and strong,
Who bore the glittering load along.
On high above his royal head
A paly canopy was spread,
And chouries white in many a ha