The Ramayana/Book I/Canto XXV: The Hermitage of Love

Soon as appeared the morning light Up rose the mighty anchorite, And thus to youthful Ráma said, Who lay upon his leafy bed: 'High fate is hers who calls thee son: Arise,'tis break of day; Rise, Chief, and let those rites be done Due at the morning's ray.' At that great sage's high behest Up sprang the princely pair, To bathing rites themselves addressed, And breathed the holiest prayer. Their morning task completed, they To Vis'vámitra came

That store of holy works, to pay The worship saints may claim. Then to the hallowed spot they went Along fair Sarjú's side Where mix her waters confluent With three-pathed Gangá's tide. There was a sacred hermitage Where saints devout of mind Their lives through many a lengthened age To penance had resigned. That pure abode the princes eyed With unrestrained delight, And thus unto the saint they cried. Rejoicing at the sight: 'Whose is that hermitage we see? Who makes his dwelling there? Full of desire to hear are we: O Saint, the truth declare.' The hermit smiling made reply To the two boys' request: 'Hear, Rama, who in days gone by  This calm retreat possessed. Kandarpa in apparent form, Called Káma by the wise, Dared Umá's new-wed lord to storm And make the God his prize. 'Gainst Sthánu's self, on rites austere And vows intent, they say, His bold rash hand be dared to rear, Though Sthánu cried, Away! But the God's eye with scornful glare Fell terrible on him. Dissolved the shape that was so fair

And burnt up every limb. Since the great God's terrific rage Destroyed his form and frame, Káma in each succeeding age Has borne Ananga's name. So, where his lovely form decayed, This land is Anga styled: Sacred to him of old this shade, And hermits undefiled. Here Scripture-talking elders sway Each sense with firm control, And penance-rites have washed away All sin from every soul. One night, fair boy, we here will spend, A pure stream on each hand, And with to-morrow's light will bend Our steps to yonder strand. Here let us bathe, and free from stain To that pure grove repair, Sacred to Káma, and remain One night in comfort there.' With penance' far-discerning eye The saintly men beheld Their coming, and with transport high Each holy bosom swelled. To Kus'ik's son the gift they gave That honoured guest should greet, Water they brought his feet to lave, And showed him honor meet. Ráma, and Lakshman next obtained In due degree their share. Then with sweet talk the guests remained, And charmed each listener there. The evening prayers were duly said With voices calm and low: Then on the ground each laid his head And slept till morning's glow.