The numerous dwellings of the hermits in the woodland province were like so many cities and towns and villages and hamlets, and the many birds and beasts of all descriptions were his innumerable subjects.

When one saw the rhinoceroses, elephants, lions, tigers and boars, buffaloes and bullocks, one was filled with admiration for this royal spectacle. Shedding their natural animosities, they grazed together, like a duly marshalled army complete in all its four divisions.

The mountain torrents poured down and wild elephants trumpeted, and their sound resembled the beating of kettledrums of various kinds. Chakavas, partridges, cuckoos, parrots and koels and swans made delightful and merry melody.

Swarms of bees hummed and peacocks danced, as though joy held universal sway in that prosperous kingdom; and there were creepers, trees and blades of grass, with flowers and fruit, so that this entire community looked like a source of comfort and bliss.

When he saw the beauty of Rama’s hill (Chitrakuta), Bharata’s heart overflowed with love, like an ascetic who is overjoyed on the fulfilment of his vow and reaps the reward of his penance.

Then Guha the boatman ran and climbed up an eminence, and stretching out his arm, cried to Bharata, ‘See, my lord, those huge and noble trees – fig, rose-apple, mango and tamala -

- in the midst of which there stands a beautiful and stately banyan, charming to behold with its dark blue and dense foliage, red fruit and unbroken shade, which is pleasant throughout the year.