Amid the thick leaves many a bee

Graced the scant blossoms of the tree,

From whose dark shade a bough, that bore

A load of leafy twigs, he tore,

Which on the grassy ground he laid

And seats for him and Ráma made.

Hanúmán saw them sit, he sought

A Sál tree's leafy bough and brought

The burthen, and with meek request

Entreated Lakshmaṇ, too, to rest.