In that forest fanned by cool and pleasant breezes charged with the ordour of ambrosia, the thoughts of his dear wife crept into the mind of Rama.
मारुतेन सुशीतेन सुखेनामृतगन्धिना। सेव्यमानो वने तस्मिञ्जगाम मनसा प्रियाम्॥