When they beheld the boundless, measureless beauty of Rama and Janaki, the bears and monkeys were rapturously happy and shouted, ‘Glory to Raghupati, the quintessence of bliss!’

Then with Rghupati’s permission Matali, Indra’s charioteer, bowed his heard before his feet and went away. Now came the gods, ever alive to their own selfish interests, and spoke words as though they were enlightened altruists.

O gracious Raghuraja, friend of the destitute, a god yourself, you have had pity on the gods! This lustful wretch, at enmity with all creation, ever treading an evil path, has perished by his own sins.

You are alike to all, the imperishable Brahma, ever the same, detached by nature, indivisible, devoid of material properties, unborn, sinless, invincible, unfailing in power, and full of compassion.

It was you who assumed the forms of fish and tortoise and boar, Nrisimha, dwarf and parashurama. Whenever, O Lord, the gods were bowed down in distress, you have put an end to their affliction by assuming manifold forms.

This impure wretch, the persistent plague of the gods, was given up to lust and greed and vanity, and very passionate too. Even this monster of monsters has won to your sphere; at this we marvel!

We gods, though supremely qualified (for the highest state), in our flagrant selfishness have forgotten the worship of our Lord and are ever tossed about in the flood of birth and death. Redeem us now, O Lord, who have come to you for refuge!’