There, O Rāghava, the Tilakas and Naktamālakas, crested with flowers and full blown white and red lotuses shall mitigate your sorrows. There live no person who wears garlands of those flowers. Garlands strung with those flowers never wither away, O Rāghava, because the disciples of the great ascetic Matariga lived there with concentrated hearts. Drops of perspiration, falling on the earth from the persons of those ascetics worn out with the burden of the wild fruits collected by them for their spiritual guide, have been transformed by virtue of their asceticism to these garlands. These garlands do never wither, O Rāghava, because of their origination from those drops of perspiration.
सुमनोभिश्चितास्तत्र तिलका नक्तमालकाः॥ उत्पलानि च फुल्लानि पङ्कजानि च राघव। न तानि कश्चिन्माल्यानि तत्रारोपयिता नरः॥ न च वै ग्लानतां यान्ति न च शीर्यन्ति राघव। मतङ्गशिष्यास्तत्रासन्नृषयः सुसमाहिताः॥ तेषां भाराभितप्तानां वन्यमाहरतां गुरोः। ये प्रपेतुर्महीं तूर्णं शरीरात् स्वेदबिन्दवः॥ तानि माल्यानि जातानि मुनीनां तपसा तदा। स्वेदबिन्दुसमुत्थानि न विनश्यन्ति राघव ॥