Ravan down. 
    Vibhishan there was left to reign
    Over his brother’s wide domain. 
    To meet her husband Sita came;
    But Rama, stung with ire and shame,
    With bitter words his wife addressed
    Before the crowd that round her pressed. 
    But Sita, touched with noble ire,
    Gave her fair body to the fire. 
    Then straight the God of Wind appeared,
    And words from heaven her honor cleared. 
    And Rama clasped his wife again,
    Uninjured, pure from spot and stain,
    Obedient to the Lord of Fire
    And the high mandate of his sire. 
    Led by the Lord who rules the sky,
    The Gods and heavenly saints drew nigh,
    And honored him with worthy meed,
    Rejoicing in each glorious deed. 
    His task achieved, his foe removed,
    He triumphed, by the Gods approved. 
    By grace of Heaven he raised to life
    The chieftains slain in mortal strife;
    Then in the magic chariot through
    The clouds to Nandigrama flew. 
    Met by his faithful brothers there,
    He loosed his votive coil of hair;
    Thence fair Ayodhya’s town he gained,
    And o’er his father’s kingdom reigned. 
    Disease or famine ne’er oppressed
    His happy people, richly blest
    With all the joys of ample wealth,
    Of sweet content and perfect health. 
    No widow mourned her well-loved mate,
    No sire his son’s untimely fate. 
    They feared not storm or robber’s hand,
    No fire or flood laid waste the land: 
    The Golden Age seemed come again
    To bless the days of Rama’s reign. 
    From him the great and glorious King,
    Shall many a princely scion spring. 
    And he shall rule, beloved by men,
    Ten thousand years and hundreds ten,
    And when his life on earth is past
    To Brahma’s world shall go at last.

    Whoe’er this noble poem reads
    That tells the tale of Rama’s deeds,
    Good as the Scriptures, he shall be
    From every sin and blemish free. 
    Whoever reads the saving strain,
    With all his kin the heavens shall gain. 
    Brahmans who read shall gather hence
    The highest praise for eloquence. 
    The warrior, o’er the land shall reign,
    The merchant, luck in trade obtain;
    And Sudras, listening, ne’er shall fail
    To reap advantage from the tale.

[Cantos II., III., IV., and V. are omitted.]

[32] Ceylon.

CANTO VI

THE KING

    There reigned a King of name revered,
    To country and to town endeared,
    Great Dasaratha, good and sage,
    Well read in Scripture’s holy page: 
    Upon his kingdom’s weal intent,
    Mighty and brave and provident;
    The pride of old Ikshvaku’s seed
    For lofty thought and righteous