The Kols, Kiratas, Bhils and other dwellers of the forest brought leaf-plates, daintily sewn, and filling them with honey, pure, fine and delicious as nectar, presented them with small bundles of bulbs and roots and fruit and shoots to all the newcomers,

- with humble submission and salutations, severally explaining their taste and variety and quality and name. The people offered a liberal price, but the foresters would not accept the money but returned it, adjuring them by Rama’s love to take it back.

Overwhelmed with affection, they submitted in gentle tones: ‘Good men all virtuous and we are vile they see it. You are all virtuous and we are vile Nishadas; it is only by the grace of Rama that we have been blessed with the sight of you,

- a vision as difficult of attainment for us as for the desert (or for Marwar) to be watered by Ganga. Look, how the all-merciful Rama has showered his grace on the Nishada chief! As is the king, so must be his kinsfolk and his subjects.

Consider this in your mind and without more demure look upon our love and show us your grace; and in order to gratify us to accept our fruit and herbs and shoots.

You have come to this forest as our welcome guests, but we are not fortunate enough to be worthy of doing any service to you. What can we offer you, noble sirs? Fuel and leaves are the only tokens of a Kirata’s friendship!

Indeed, our greatest service is not to steal and run off with your utensils and clothes! Unfeeling creatures are we, often taken other’s lives, crooked by nature, wicked, evil-minded and base-born.