Bharata embraces Guha with deep love; the people envy this way of love, and the gods cry 'blessed, blessed' and rain flowers. He whom custom and Veda count low in every way, whose very shadow, if it touches one, calls for sprinkling with water, Rama's younger brother takes in his arms, his body thrilling. Heaps of sin will not face those who say 'Rama, Rama' even in a yawn; this man Rama himself took to his heart, and so made him and his family purifiers of the world. When the water of the Karmanasha falls into the Ganga, who will not place it on his head? Svapacha, Shabara, Khasa, Yavana, Kol and Kirata, saying 'Rama', become supremely pure and famed across the worlds.