When sage visited little did king know,
That from his home eldest son would soon go.
From good deeds one earns pious credits,
From sage’s visit king couldn’t count merits.
To have dust from lotus feet of devotee,
Great blessing, divine vision soon to see.
With king pious credits to cause separation,
From son Rama, to serve as sage’s protection.
Never mind, for the move to do good to all,
Mighty night-rangers to suffer terrible fall.