Beholding the beauty of Rama’s hill, Bharat’s heart was overpowered with love, like as an ascetic is overjoyed when he completes his vow and reaps the fruit of his penance.
Then the pilot mounted a height and reaching out his hand cried to Bharat: “See, my lord, those huge trees, pahār, jāman, mango and tamāla, in the midst of which is conspicuous a bar tree, so beautiful and grand that the soul is charmed at the sight, with dense dark shoots and red fruit, affording a pleasant shade in all seasons of the year, a mass of black and purple, as if God had brought together all that was lovely to make it. Under this tree, near the river, sir, where Rama has roofed in his sylvan hut, are many graceful shrubs of Tulsi, planted, some by Sita’s lord and some by Lakshman, and in the shade of the bar tree Sita with her own lotus hands has reared a charming altar.
Then the pilot mounted a height and reaching out his hand cried to Bharat: “See, my lord, those huge trees, pahār, jāman, mango and tamāla, in the midst of which is conspicuous a bar tree, so beautiful and grand that the soul is charmed at the sight, with dense dark shoots and red fruit, affording a pleasant shade in all seasons of the year, a mass of black and purple, as if God had brought together all that was lovely to make it. Under this tree, near the river, sir, where Rama has roofed in his sylvan hut, are many graceful shrubs of Tulsi, planted, some by Sita’s lord and some by Lakshman, and in the shade of the bar tree Sita with her own lotus hands has reared a charming altar.