King Dasharatha, having carefully observed Rama and recognized in him every noble virtue, consulted his ministers and resolved to install Rama as the crown prince. Yet, even as he made this decision, the wise king began to perceive ominous signs—fearsome portents appearing in the sky, the air, and upon the earth itself. He also noticed the unmistakable signs of old age manifesting in his own body. At the same time, Dasharatha saw clearly that Rama, whose face shone like the full moon and who brought him solace in times of sorrow, was deeply beloved by all the people. For the good of both himself and his subjects, and recognizing that the time was ripe, the righteous king acted swiftly, moved by devotion and affection. He summoned the chiefs from many cities and from all corners of his realm. When they arrived, Dasharatha, splendidly adorned, welcomed them with the proper honors and gifts, much as the lord of all creatures would greet his gathered subjects. In his haste, however, he did not call upon the ruler of Kekaya or King Janaka, confident that news of this joyous event would reach them in due course. Once the king, subduer of enemy cities, had taken his seat, the remaining renowned rulers entered. Seats were distributed according to rank, and the assembled kings, observing proper decorum, sat facing Dasharatha. Surrounded by these honored rulers, the citizens of the city, and people from the countryside, all respectfully seated, the king shone among them like Indra, the thousand-eyed lord, amidst the immortals. When all were gathered, King Dasharatha, lord of the earth, addressed the assembly with words that were well-known, beneficial, and uplifting. His voice, full of feeling and royal dignity, carried to every ear as he began to speak. “You all know,” he said, “how this excellent kingdom of mine has been protected by my royal ancestors, as one would guard a beloved son. I, too, wish to dedicate this world, so well-governed by the kings of the Ikshvaku line, to the highest good and happiness. Following the example of my forebears, I have always watched over my people with tireless vigilance. But now, while pursuing the welfare of all, I have grown old beneath the white royal umbrella. Having lived for many thousands of years, my body is worn and I long for rest. The burden of righteousness, though right for a king, is heavy and hard to bear for one whose senses are not fully mastered. Therefore, after consulting these eminent Brahmins who are gathered here, I wish to rest, having installed my son for the people’s welfare. My son, Rama, is greater than I in every virtue. He is the conqueror of enemy cities, equal to Indra in strength. Tomorrow, when the moon is joined with the constellation Pushya, I shall appoint him—foremost in righteousness and best among men—as crown prince. Rama, elder brother of Lakshmana, adorned with fortune, is a fitting lord for you all; under his rule, even the three worlds would be well protected. By this excellent act, I shall unite the earth with prosperity and, entrusting it to my son, be freed from toil. If this plan of mine, well considered and fitting, pleases you, let it be approved by all. Or, if you see another beneficial course, speak—impartial discussion brings greater clarity.” As Dasharatha spoke, the assembled kings responded with great joy, their voices rising like peacocks calling to a rain-filled cloud. A gentle, approving sound of delight echoed through the multitude, as if the very earth were shaking in joy. The Brahmins, chiefs of the army, citizens, and country folk all understood the king’s intent. Gathering their thoughts and united in mind, they spoke to the aged Dasharatha: “O king, you are advanced in years, having ruled for thousands of years. Therefore, anoint Rama as crown prince, O ruler of the earth. We long to see mighty, heroic Rama, riding a great elephant, his face shaded by the royal parasol.” Hearing these words, which pleased his heart, Dasharatha, as if still uncertain and wishing to know more, questioned them further: “You desire Raghava as your lord—tell me truly, why do you wish to see the mighty prince crowned while I still rule righteously?” The great souls, together with the citizens and country folk, replied: “O king, your son possesses many auspicious qualities. Permit us to recount the dear and delightful virtues of your son, who is virtuous, godlike, and wise. Rama is equal to Indra in divine qualities, steadfast in truth and valor, and surpasses all the Ikshvakus, O lord of the people. He is noble, devoted to truth and righteousness; indeed, Dharma itself, together with prosperity, seems to have arisen directly from Rama. In bringing happiness to his subjects, he is like the moon; in patience, like the earth; in wisdom, the equal of Brihaspati; and in strength, as powerful as the lord of Shachi.” Thus, the hearts and voices of the people and the assembled kings confirmed the worthiness of Rama, and the stage was set for his installation as crown prince.