Ráma, in deeds heroic tried.

My sire with honour entertained

The saint in lore of duty trained,

Who thus in turn addressed the king:

“Ráma and Lakshmaṇ here who spring

From royal Daśaratha, long

To see thy bow so passing strong.”

Before the prince's eyes was laid

That marvel, as the Bráhman prayed.

One moment on the bow he gazed,