Sundar ban kusumit ati sobha/Gunjat madhup nikar madhu lobha//
Kand mool bhal patra suhaye/ Bhaye bahut jab te Prabhu aaye//
The luxuriant forest on the mountain was full of flowers and resplendence. In the hunger for honey, groups of bees were buzzing around the vicinity. Ever since the Lord arrived, there was a great abundance in herbs, fruits, leaves and roots in the forest.
Dekhi manohar sail anoopa/Rahe tah anuj sahit surbhupa//
Madhukar khag mrig tanu dhari deva/Karahim siddhi muni Prabhu kai seva//
Charmed by the beautiful and unique mountain, the Lord along with his younger brother started dwelling there. The Gods, Siddhass and sages took the forms of honey bees, birds and animals in order to serve Lord Sreeram.
Mangal roop bhayavu ban tab te/Keenh niwas ramapati jab te//
Phatik sila ati subra suhayi/ Sukh aaseen taham dwai bhayi//
When the Lord of Lakshmi started dwelling there, the forest became a glorious place. There was a brilliant, exquisite crystal rock of extreme beauty; the brothers could be seen seated on it.
Kahat anuj san kadha aneka/ Bhagati birati nripaneeti bibeka//
Barsha kaal megh nabh chhaye/ Garjat laagat param suhaye//
Sree Ramji used to narrate lots of stories to his brother- about devotion, detachment, art of ruling and knowledge. The blue black clouds spread across the sky in the rainy season looked enchanting, as thunder roared.
Lacchiman dekhu mor gan naachat baarid pekhi/
Grihi biratirat harash jas Bishnubhagat kahu dekhi//
The Lord said: Look Laxman, at the muster of peacocks! They are dancing in delight on seeing the rain clouds. It is like a householder, who is fascinated by the idea of detachment (aka vairagya), and getting to see a Vishnu bhakt!
Ghan ghamand nabh garjat ghora/ Priya heen darpat mann mora//
Damini damak rah na ghan maahim/ Khal kai preeti jadha dhir naahim//
In the sky the thunder is growling mightily, and my mind is at a loss without my beloved Sita. The lightning flash does not stay forever in the clouds, it is similar to the unsteady benevolence of a wicked man.
Barashahim jalad bhumi niarayem/ Jadha navahim budh bidha paayem//
Boond aghat sahahim giri kaise/ Khal ke bachan sant sah jaise//
The clouds are descending near the earth before turning into downpour, like a scholar becoming more and more humble with his learning. The mountain is enduring the impact of the furiously falling rain drops, like the sages endure the harsh words of the wicked.