Invocation Praise to Válmíki, bird of charming song,Who mounts on Poesys sublimest spray,And sweetly sings with accent clear and strongRáma, aye Ráma, in his deathless lay. Where breathes the man can listen to the strainThat flows in music from Válmíkis tongue,Nor feel his feet the path of bliss attainWhen Rámas glory by the saint is sung! The stream Rámáyan leaves its sacred fountThe whole wide world from sin and stain to free.The Prince of Hermits is the parent mount,The lordly Ráma is the darling sea. Glory to him whose fame is ever bright!Glory to him, Prachetas holy son!Whose pure lips quaff with ever new delightThe nectar-sea of deeds by Ráma done. Hail, arch-ascetic, pious, good, and kind!Hail, Saint Válmíki, lord of every lore!Hail, holy Hermit, calm and pure of mind!Hail, First of Bards, Válmíki, hail once more!