The Ramayana/Book III/Canto XV: Panchavatt

Arrived at Panchavatí's shade Where silvan life and serpents strayed, Ráma in words like these addressed Lakshman of vigour unrepressed: 'Brother, our home is here: behold The grove of which the hermit told: The bowers of Panchavatí see Made fair by every blooming tree. Now, brother, bend thine eyes around; With skilful glance survey the grouud: Here be some spot selected, best Approved for gentle hermits' rest, Where thou, the Maithil dame, and I May dwell while seasons sweetly fly. Some pleasant spot be chosen where Pure waters gleam and trees are fair, Some nook where flowers and wood are found And sacred grass and springs abound.' Then Lakshman, Sitá standing by, Raised reverent hands, and made reply: 'A hundred years shall flee, and still Will I obey my brothers will: Select thyself a pleasant spot; Be mine the care to rear the cot.' The glorious chieftain, pleased to hear That loving speech that soothed his ear, Selected with observant care A spot with every charm most fair. He stood within that calm retreat, A shade for hermits' home most meet, And thus Sumitrá's son addressed, While his dear hand in his he pressed: 'See, see this smooth and lovely glade Which flowery trees encircling shade: Do thou, beloved Lakshman rear A pleasant cot to lodge us here. I see beyond that feathery brake The gleaming of a lilied lake, Where flowers in sunlike glory throw Fresh odours from the wave below. Agastva's words now find we true, He told the charms which here we view: Here are the trees that blossom o'er Godávarí's most lovely shore. Whose pleasant flood from side to side With swans and geese is beautified, And fair banks crowded with the deer That steal from every covert near. The peacock's cry is loud and shrill From many a tall and lovely hill, Green-belted by the trees that wave Full blossoms o'er the rock and cave. Like elephants whose huge fronts glow With painted streaks, the mountains show Long lines of gold and silver sheen With copper's darker hues between. With every tree each hill is graced, Where creepers blossom interlaced. Look where the Sál's long branches sway, And palms their fanlike leaves display; The date-tree And the Jak are near, And their long stems Tamálas rear. See the tall Mango lift his head, As'okas all their glory spread, The Ketak her sweet buds unfold, And Champacs hang their cups of gold. The spot is pure and pleasant here Are multitudes of birds and deer. O Lakshman, with our father's friend What happy hours we here shall spend!' He spoke: the conquering Lakshman heard. Obedient to his brother's word. Raised by his toil a cottage stood To shelter Ráma in the wood Of ample size, with leaves o'erlaid, Of hardened earth the walls were made. The strong bamboos his hands had felled For pillars fair the roof upheld, And rafter, beam, and lath supplied Well interwrought from side to side. Then Samí boughs he deftly spread Enlaced with knotted cord o'erhead, Well thatched above from ridge to eaves With holy grass, and reed, and leaves. The mighty chief with careful toil Had cleared the ground and smoothed the soil Where now, his loving labour done, Rose a fair home for Raghu's son. Then when his work was duly wrought, Godávarís sweet stream he sought, Bathed, plucked the lilies, and a store Of fruit and berries homeward bore. Then sacrifice he duly paid, And wooed the Gods their hopes to aid, And then to Ráma proudly showed The cot prepared for his abode, Then Raghu's son with Sítá gazed Upon the home his hands had raised, And transport thrilled his bosom through His leafy hermitage to view. The glorious son of Raghu round His brother's neck his arms enwound, And thus began his sweet address Of deep-felt joy and gentleness: 'Well pleased am I, dear lord, to see This noble work performed by thee. For this,--sole grace I can bestow,-- About thy neck mine arms I throw. So wise art thou, thy breast is filled With grateful thoughts, in duty skilled, Our mighty father, free from stain, In thee, his offspring, lives again.' Thus spoke the prince, who lent a grace To fortune, pride of Raghu's race; Then in that spot whose pleasant shade Gave store of fruit, content he stayed. With Lakshman and his Maithil spouse He spent his day's neath sheltering boughs, As happy as a God on high Lives in his mansion in the sky.