Speeds to her own dear lord the sea.
Thence hasting on your way behold
The Páṇḍyas'[703] gates of pearl and gold.
Then, with your task maturely planned,
On ocean's shore your feet will stand.
Where, by Agastya's high decree,
Mahendra,[704] planted in the sea,
With tinted peaks against the tide
Rises in solitary pride,
And glorious in his golden glow