The luxuries in which he perpetually revelled could be enjoyed only by a hundred Indras. Though he had a most powerful foe threatening at his door, neither fear nor anxiety could disturb his repose.

Now Raghubira had encamped with his army, a redoubtable regiment of warriors, on Mount Suvela. Observing a very lofty, supremely lovely, level and remarkably resplendent peak,

Lakshmana with his own hands carefully spread on it lovely fresh leaves and blossoms from the trees and on them a charming soft deerskin; it was on that couch that the gracious Lord rested himself.

The Lord laid his head in the lap of Sugriva, the Monkey King, with his bow on his left and his quiver on his right; with his lotus hands he trimmed his arrows, while the prince of Lanka (Vibhishana) whispered some counsel in his ears.

The blessed Angad and Hanuman rubbed and pressed his lotus feet, while behind the Lord sat Lakshana in the warrior posture, with the quiver fastened at his side and bow and arrows ready in his hands.

Thus rested Rama, the abode of grace and beauty and all perfection. Blessed are those who remain ever immersed in contemplation of this scene.

As he looked towards the east, the Lord saw the moon risen above the horizon and said to them all, ‘Look at the moon, dauntless like the king of beasts!