And Súryaván,[707] proud hill is nigh.
Your rapid course yet farther bend
Where Vaidyut's[708] airy peaks ascend.
There trees of noblest sort, profuse
Of wealth, their kindly gifts produce.
Their precious fruits, O Vánars, taste,
The honey sip, and onward haste.
Next will ye see Mount Kunjar rise,
Who cheers with beauty hearts and eyes.
There is Agastya's[709] mansion, decked