Said Vamadeva, ‘Whatever Vasishtha has said is quite true; Vishvamitra’s great renown is famed through the three spheres’. Everyone rejoiced to hear it, and in the heart of Rama and Lakshmana there was exceeding joy.

Thus passed the days in perpetual joy and glad festivity; and the city of Ayodhya overflowed with a tidal wave of delight, swelling higher and still higher.

After calculating an suspicious day, the sacred strings (tied round the wrist of the brides and bridegrooms before the wedding for warding off evil spirits) were unbound amid no little felicity, joy and merriment. The Gods, beholding the constant succession of delights, were envious and begged of Brahma that they might be born in Ayodhya.

Vishvamitra was ever wishing to take leave, but was detained by Rama’s affectionate entreaties. Perceiving the king’s devotion to grow a hundred fold day after day, the great and royal sage Vishvamitra was full of praise for him.

When at last he asked permission to go, the king was greatly moved and with his sons stood before him, saying, ‘My lord, all that I have is yours; I and my sons and my wives are your servants.

Be ever gracious to these boys, O sage, and condescend from time to time to bless me with your sight. So saying, the king with his sons and the queens fell as his feet and could say no more.

The Brahman(Vishvamitra) invoked upon him every kind of blessing and departed amid a display of affection that defied all description. Rama and his brothers lovingly escorted him on his way and at his bidding returned.