In each sphere were separate Brahmas, separate Vishnus, Shivas, Manus and guardians of the quarters, men, Gandharvas, ghosts and goblins, Kinnaras, demons, beasts and birds and serpents,

hosts of gods and devils of many kinds, all peculiar to that sphere, with lands, rivers, seas, lakes and mountains, and the entire mechanism of creation also quite distinct.

In every universe I saw my own self as well as many an object beyond compare. Each universe had its own Ayodhya with its own Sarayu and its own men and women.

And listen, friend; Dasharath and Kausalya and Bharata and his brothers were all there in various forms. In each such universe I witnessed the descent of Rama with all his infinite variety of childish sports.

Everything I saw, O mount of Hari, had a distinctive stamp of its own universe and was exceedingly marvellous too. But in my round of the countless worlds I saw not the Lord Rama in any other guise.

Driven by the wind of infatuation, I saw, in each successive world that I visited, the same child-like ways, the same beauty, the same gracious Raghubira!

It seemed as though a hundred aeons had passed in my wanderings through many a universe. I wandered on until at last I came to my own hermitage and there I stayed some little time.