Like Mount Kailása's loftiest height.

There blooming trees, Mahendra's gift,

High o'er the walls were seen to lift

Their golden fruited boughs, that made

With leaf and flower delicious shade.

He saw a band of Vánars wait,

Wielding their weapons, at the gate

Where golden portals flashed between

Celestial garlands red and green.

Within Sugríva's fair abode