ed that Chyavan, Bhrigu's child,
Had wandered to the pathless wild
Where proud Himalaya's lovely height
Detained him with a strange delight.
Then came the other widowed queen
With lotus eyes and beauteous mien,
Longing a noble son to bear,
And wooed the saint with earnest prayer.
When thus Kalindi, fairest dame
With reverent supplication came,
To her the holy sage replied:
"O royal lady, from thy side
A glorious son shall spring ere long,
Righteous and true and brave and strong;
He, scourge of foes and lofty-souled,
His ancient race shall still uphold."

Then round the sage the lady went,
And bade farewell, most reverent.
Back to her home she turned once more,
And there her promised son she bore.
Because her rival mixed the bane
To render her conception vain,
And her unripened fruit destroy,
Sagar she called her rescued boy.(391)
He, when he paid that solemn rite,(392)
Filled living creatures with affright:
Obedient to his high decree
His countless sons dug out the sea.
Prince Asamanj was Sagar's child:
But him with cruel sin defiled
And loaded with the people's hate
His father banished from the state.
To Asamanj his consort bare
Bright Ansuman his valiant heir.
Ansuman's son, Dilipa famed,
Begot a son Bhagirath named.
From him renowned Kakutstha came:
Thou bearest still the lineal name.
Kakutstha's son was Raghu: thou
Art styled the son of Raghu now.
From him came Purushadak bold,
Fierce hero of gigantic mould:
Kalmashapada's name he bore,
Because his feet were spotted o'er.
Sankhan his son, to manhood grown,
Died sadly with his host o'erthrown,
But ere he perished sprang from him
Sudarsan fair in face and limb.
From beautiful Sudarsan came
Prince Agnivarna, bright as flame.
His son was Sighraga, for speed
Unmatched; and Maru was his seed.
Prasusruka was Maru's child:
His son was Ambarisha styled.
Nahush was Ambarisha's heir
With hand to strike and heart to dare.
His son was good Nabhag, from youth
Renowned for piety and truth.
From great Nabhag sprang children two
Aja and Suvrat pure and true.
From Aja Dasaratha came,
Whose virtuous life was free from blame.
His eldest son art thou: his throne,
O famous Rama, is thine own.
Accept the sway so justly thine,
And view the world with eyes benign.
For ever in Ikshvaku's race
The eldest takes his father's place,
And while he lives no son beside
As lord and king is sanctified.
The rule by Raghu's children kept
Thou must not spurn to-