aried speeches heard and said:
Then holy night o'er heaven was spread.
And Rama took, by toil oppressed,
With Sita and his brother, rest;
And so the night, with sweet content,
In Bharadvaja's grove was spent.
But when the dawn dispelled the night,
Rama approached the anchorite,
And thus addressed the holy sire
Whose glory shone like kindled fire:
"Well have we spent, O truthful Sage,
The night within thy hermitage:
Now let my lord his guests permit
For their new home his grove to quit."

Then, as he saw the morning break,
In answer Bharadvaja spake:
"Go forth to Chitrakuta's hill,
Where berries grow, and sweets distil:
Full well, I deem, that home will suit
Thee, Rama, strong and resolute.
Go forth, and Chitrakuta seek,
Famed mountain of the Varied Peak.
In the wild woods that gird him round
All creatures of the chase are found:
Thou in the glades shalt see appear
Vast herds of elephants and deer.
With Sita there shalt thou delight
To gaze upon the woody height;
There with expanding heart to look
On river, table-land, and brook,
And see the foaming torrent rave
Impetuous from the mountain cave.
Auspicious hill! where all day long
The lapwing's cry, the Koil's song
Make all who listen gay:
Where all is fresh and fair to see,
Where elephants and deer roam free,
There, as a hermit, stay."

Canto LV. The Passage Of Yamuna.

The princely tamers of their foes
Thus passed the night in calm repose,
Then to the hermit having bent
With reverence, on their way they went.
High favour Bharadvaja showed,
And blessed them ready for the road.
With such fond looks as fathers throw
On their own sons, before they go.
Then spake the saint with glory bright
To Rama peerless in his might:
"First, lords of men, direct your feet
Where Yamuna and Ganga meet;
Then to the swift Kalindi(330) go,
Whose westward waves to Ganga flow.
When thou shalt see her lovely shore
Worn by their feet who hasten o'er,
Then, Raghu's son, a raft prepare,
And cross the Sun born river there.
Upon her farther bank a tree,
Near to the landing wilt thou see.
The blessed source of varied gifts,
There her green boughs that Fig-tree lifts:
A tree where countless birds abide,
By Syama's name known far and wide.
Sita, revere that holy shade:
There be thy prayers for blessing prayed.
Thence for a league your way pursue,
And a dark wood shall meet your view,
Where tall bamboos their foliage show,
The Gum-tree and the Jujube grow.