നoble women sat gracefully on couches placed near gentle windows, their feet resting on flower-strewn floors. Their eyes wandered, watching the sunlight play through the lattice, gazing at the golden fans studded with gems. Though their bodies were still, their youthful spirits were lively, and they sat silently, holding white ചാമരങ്ങൾ. In the courtyards, pearls scattered on the floor reflected the sun’s rays, shining like a second moon. Bees, confused by the brilliance, mistook the drops of sunlight for nectar and hovered about, just as deluded bees circle clouds in the sky. Those who had listened to the sacred words of വസിഷ്ഠ, filled with wonder, praised them among the noble ones, speaking gently and clearly, each smiling and delighting in the virtues of those teachings. From all directions—city, sky, and beyond—kings, sages, siddhas, വിദ്യാധരന്മാർ, noble monks, and distinguished ബ്രാഹ്മണന്മാർ arrived, entering silently, their gestures full of reverence, joined by those whose words were weighty and thoughtful. The air stirred golden-dusted swarms of intoxicated bees drawn to half-open lotus-soft buds, while the sound of swinging bells echoed and the cool night dew had been drunk. Above, fragrant clouds drifted, carrying the mingled scents of sandalwood and incense, perfumed by fresh flowers. In their folds, the dust of scattered blossoms clung, and the gentle hum of bees was heard. At this moment, ദശരഥ, his voice deep and clear like thunderclouds, spoke confidently to the chief among sages. “O venerable one, after your wise discourse yesterday, have you been freed from the weariness that surpasses even the exhaustion caused by austerities? The words you spoke—joyful and distinct—have refreshed us, as if showered with nectar. Just as moonbeams dispel darkness, your pure words cool our hearts from within. These wise sayings bring unprecedented delight, resting in the highest meaning, removing even deep delusion like showers of nectar. You are to be revered as a tree of virtue, from whom springs a vine of speech, the sole lamp illuminating the jewel of the Self and the ultimate truth. All misdeeds and ill-fated actions are wiped away by your teachings, just as the moon’s rays dispel darkness. Desires and greed—the chains of worldly existence—have grown thin by your words, as autumn disperses clouds. Now, our vision has been clarified by your teachings, and we begin to see the stainless Self, like those born blind who, with anointed eyes, see gold for the first time. The mist of worldly tendencies in the sky of the heart has begun to thin, thanks to the autumn of your words. O sage, even the waves of nectar from the coral blossoms of the heavenly tree do not bring as much delight as the words of those with noble understanding. O Raghava, each day spent here in the company of great souls is truly illuminated; the rest are but blind days in darkness. Rama, lotus-eyed and eager to see the true nature, once again, awaken the sage who abides in tranquility.” When the king had spoken thus, the noble-hearted sage വസിഷ്ഠ turned to Rama and addressed him: “Raghava, sole moon of your lineage, wise one, do you remember the meaning of what I have previously explained, having considered it from all sides? Do you recall, O destroyer of foes, the distinctions among all creations according to the qualities of സത്ത്വ and others? Do you remember the ever-taught form of the divine—the all, the not-all, the existent and the non-existent, the pure form of the supreme Self? Just as this universe has arisen from the Lord of the universe, the ruler of rulers—do you recall that, O noble one, who is the sole recipient of noble teachings? Do you truly remember, O wise one, that the form of ignorance is spread out, slight and fragile, infinite yet appearing finite? Do you recall well, O virtuous one, what was established—that the mind alone is the person, and nothing else—through the inquiry into salt and so forth? O Rama, have you thoroughly examined the meaning of all the statements, and has last night's inquiry been placed in your heart? What is repeatedly reflected upon and firmly established in the heart bears abundant fruit; not so when it is neglected or treated carelessly. You are the vessel for pure and distinguished words, O bestower of honor; your heart is solitary and pure, like a bamboo for the liberated.” When the occasion had thus passed, Rama spoke to the sage, the son of the lotus-seated one, who possessed great power and knowledge: “O revered one, knower of all dharmas, it is solely through you that this has been revealed; that I have attained your supremely noble teaching. Whatever you command, all that is just so, not otherwise; free from sleep, I have reflected upon the meaning of your words during the night. To dispel the darkness of existence, O Lord, yesterday you spread forth a delightful array of radiant speech, like the sun upon the earth. All that, O undepressed one of undepressed spirit, has been taken to heart by me—charming, virtuous, and wondrous, like a collection of gems from the ocean. Who would not, for success, bear your instruction upon their head—beneficial, pleasing, virtuous, and a source of bliss? We, whose veil of worldly delusion is being dissolved, are serene by your grace, like days at the end of the rainy season. Your instruction is virtuous—sweet at the outset, increasing good fortune in the middle, and yielding the highest fruit in the end. May your words, ever blossoming, white, unfading, delightful, and gladdening the heart, always bestow upon us splendid fruit. O master of all eternal scriptures, great lake of ever-flowing waters of virtue, steadfast in manifold vows—now let your favor, free from all sin, be extended to me.