Where loveliest trees their blooms unfold.
There golden-peaked, ablaze with light,
Uprises Páriyátra's[718] height
Where wild Gandharvas, fierce and fell,
In bands of countless myriads dwell.
Pluck ye no fruit within the wood;
Beware the impious neighbourhood,
Where, very mighty, strong, and hard
To overcome, the fruit they guard.
Yet search for Janak's daughter still,