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Nor did the saint their rede reject:
He bade farewell with due respect,
And crossed, attended by the twain,
That river rushing to the main.
When now the bark was half-way o'er,
Rama and Lakshman heard the roar,
That louder grew and louder yet,
Of waves by dashing waters met.
Then Rama asked the mighty seer:--
"What is the tumult that I hear
Of waters cleft in mid-career?"
Soon as the speech of Rama, stirred
By deep desire to know, he heard,
The pious saint began to tell
What caused the waters' roar and swell:--
"On high Kailasa's distant hill
There lies a noble lake
Whose waters, born from Brahma's will,
The name of Manas take.
Thence, hallowing where'er they flow,
The streams of Sarju fall,
And wandering through the plains below
Embrace Ayodhya's wall.
Still, still preserved in Sarju's name
Sarovar's fame we trace,
The flood of Brahma whence she came
To run her holy race.
To meet great Ganga here she hies
With tributary wave--
Hence the loud roar ye hear arise,
Of floods that swell and rave.


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