They holy land (from where he governs) is his fort, impregnable and magnificent, and so strong that no enemy could ever dream of storming; all the holy places form his host of chosen and valiant warriors, staunch in battle and capable of crushing the whole army of sin.

The junction of the Ganga and Yamuna and Sarasvati is his exquisite throne, the immortal banyan tree, Akashyavata, his royal umbrella that enchants the souls of sages. The ripples of the Ganga and Yamuna are his royal whisks, the very sight of which destroys all sorrow and distress.

Meritorious and holy anchorites wait upon this king and attain all that they desire; while the Vedas and the Puranas are the rhapsodists who recount the sum of his immaculate perfections.

Who can describe the glory of Prayaga, a lion to destroy the elephant of accumulated sin? On beholding the beauty of this king of holy places, Raghubara, the ocean of bliss, was filled with delight.

With his own holy lips he expounded to Sita, Lakshmana and his friend (Guha) the majesty of Prayaga. Then reverently greeting it and casting a look round the groves and gardens, he began to dilate on their glory with the utmost devotion.

Thus he came and saw Triveni, the mere thought of which bestows all choice blessings. After bathing in the confluence, he gladly worshipped Shiva and did reverence, according to the prescribed ritual, to the divinity of the spot.

The Lord then called on Bharadvaja, and as he prostrated himself, the sage clasped him to his bosom in an ecstasy of joy past all telling, as though he had found the bliss of oneness with Brahma incarnate