Hearing such loving, anxious words from the citizens, even sages who prize yoga and detachment feel their dry knowledge rebuked. Each day the people bow to Shri Rama with thrilled bodies. High, low and middling, each receives darshan in his own measure, and Rama, alert, honours every one. From boyhood, they say, Raghubar has kept to right conduct and recognised love; he is an ocean of courtesy and modesty, simple by nature. Counting his virtues they bless their fortune: few are as blessed as we, whom Rama calls his own. Then word comes that the lord of Mithila is arriving, and Rama rises in haste with the whole assembly.