Nor is this to be ascribed to any miraculous power of the sea or the property of the rocks themselves or the skill of the monkeys.

It was by the might of Raghubira that the rocks floated on the sea. How dull-witted, then, are they who turn to worship a Lord other than Rama!

Having built the bridge, Nala and Nila made it thoroughly secure; the gracious Lord was glad at heart when he saw it. As the army marched out, it was a sight beyond all telling, with the troops of valiant monkeys, roaring as they went.

Mounting a spot near the bridge, the gracious Raghunatha surveyed the great expanse of the ocean. All the creatures of the deep showed themselves in multitudes to behold the Lord, the very fountainhead of mercy.

Many kinds of crocodiles there were and alligators, fish and serpents, with enormous bodies eight hundred miles in length. There were others, too, who could devour even these, and these in turn were afraid of others.

All gazed on the Lord and would not move even when diverted; glad were they at heart and jubilant. The water was hidden from view, so thickly they covered it, as they gazed on Hari’s form and felt rapturously happy.

Forward moved the army at the Lord’s command; who can describe the vastness of the monkey host?