Godavari’s limpid waters in her gloomy gorges strayed,
‘Mark the woodlands,’ uttered Rama, ‘by the Saint Agastya told,Panchavati’s lonesome forest with its blossoms red and gold,Skilled to scan the wood and jungle, Lakshman, cast thy eye around,For our humble home and dwelling seek a low and level ground,Where the river laves its margin with a soft and gentle kiss,Where my sweet and soft-eyed…