In this, the monarch's matchless game.”
Thus speeding on,—no rest or stay,—
Ikshváku's son pursued his way.
Oft his sweet voice the silence broke,
And thus on varied themes he spoke.
Canto L. The Halt Under The Ingudí.[322]
So through the wide and fair extent
Of Kośala the hero went.
Then toward Ayodhyá back he gazed,