The Ramayana/Book II/Canto VI: The City Decorated

Then Ráma bathed in order due, His mind from worldly thoughts withdrew, And with big large-eyed wife besought Náráyan, as a votary ought. Upon his head the brimming cup Of holy oil he lifted up, Then placed within the kindled fire The offering to that heavenly Sire, And as he sipped the remnant prayed To Him for blessing and for aid. Then with still lips and tranquil mind With his Videhan he reclined, In Vishnu's chapel, on a bed Where holy grass was duly spread, While still the prince's every thought The God supreme, Náráyan, sought. One watch remained the night to close When Ráma from his couch arose, And bade the men and maids adorn His palace for the solemn morn. He heard the bards and heralds raise Auspicious strains of joy and praise; And breathed devout, with voice restrained, The hymn for morning rites ordained; Then, with his head in reverence bowed, Praised Madhu's conquering foe aloud. And, in pure linen robes arrayed, The priests to raise their voices prayed. Obedient to the summons they Proclaimed to all the festal day. The Bráhmans' voices, deep and sweet, Resounded through the crowded street, And echoed through Ayodhyá went By many a loud-toned instrument. Then all the people joyed to hear That Ráma with his consort dear Had fasted till the morning light In preparation for the rite. Swiftly the joyful tidings through Ayodhyá's crowded city flew, And soon as dawn appeared, each man To decorate the town began.

In all the temples bright and fair As white clouds towering in the air, In streets, and where the cross-ways met, Where holy fig-trees had been set, In open square, in sacred shade, Where merchants' shops their wealth displayed, On all the mansions of the great, And householders of wealth and state, Where'er the people loved to meet, Where'er a tree adorned the street, Gay banners floated to the wind, And ribands round the staves were twined. Then clear the singers' voices rang, As, charming mind and ear, they sang. Here players shone in bright attire, There dancing women swelled the quire. Each with his friend had much to say Of Ráma's consecration-day: Yea, even children, as they played At cottage doors beneath the shade. The royal street with flowers was strown Which loving hands in heaps had thrown, And here and there rich incense lent Its fragrance to the garland's scent; And all was fresh and fair and bright In honour of the coming rite. With careful foresight to illume With borrowed blaze the midnight gloom, The crowds erected here and there Trees in each street gay lamps to bear. The city thus from side to side In festal guise was beautified. The people of the town who longed To view the rite together thronged, And filling every court and square Praised the good king in converse there: 'Our high-souled king! He throws a grace On old Ikshváku's royal race. He feels his years' increasing weight, And makes his son associate. Great joy to us the choice will bring Of Ráma for our lord and king. The good and bad to him are known, And long will he protect his own. No pride his prudent breast may swell, Most just, he loves his brothers well, And to us all that love extends, Cherished as brothers and as friends. Long may our lord in life remain, Good Das'aratha, free from stain, By whose most gracious favour we Ráma anointed king shall see.'

Such were the words the townsmen spoke Heard by the gathering countryfolk, Who from the south, north, east, and west, Stirred by the joyful tidings, pressed. For by their eager longing led To Ráma's consecration sped The villagers from every side, And filled Ayodhyá's city wide. This way and that way strayed the crowd, While rose a murmur long and loud, As when the full moon floods the skies And Ocean's waves with thunder rise. That town, like Indra's city fair, While peasants thronged her ways. Tumultuous roared like Ocean, where Each flood-born monster plays.