There Ráma made his piteous moan.

As the fair flood before him lay

The reason of the chief gave way;

And tender thoughts within him woke,

As to Sumitrá's son he spoke:

“How lovely Pampá's waters show,

Where streams of lucid crystal flow!

What glorious trees o'erhang the flood

Which blooms of opening lotus stud!

Look on the banks of Pampá where