Always reposing in mansions and in upper apartments paved with silver and gold and supplied with excellent bed-cloths, decked with heaps of flowers, perfumed with sandal and aguru, hued like to pale coulds, resonant with the notes of many parrots, in palaces going before the choicest of their class, ringing with music, and perfumed, like to Meru itself, with their bases composed of gold, Rāma used to be awakened with vocal and instrumental music, the tinklings of elegant ornaments and the peals of goodly mydargas, that subduer of foes being in due season hymned by the eulogists, and friends, bards and genealogists, with worthy ballads and panegyrics. (This assertion of Rāma's lying down on the ground) appears to me incredible:
प्रासादाग्रविमानेषु वलभीषु च सर्वदा। हैमराजतभौमेषु वरास्तरणशालिषु॥ पुष्पसंचयचित्रेषु चन्दनागुरुगन्धिषु । पाण्डुराभ्रप्रकाशेषु शुकसंघरुतेषु च॥ प्रासादवरवर्येषु शीतवत्सु सुगन्धिषु। उषित्वा मेरुकल्पेषु कृतकाञ्चनभित्तिषु ॥ गीतवादित्रनिर्घोषैर्वराभरणनिःस्वनैः। मृदङ्गवरशब्दैश्च सततं प्रतिबोधितः॥ बन्धिभिर्वन्दितः काले बहुभिः सूतमागधैः। गाथाभिरनुरूपाभिः स्तुतिभिश्च परंतपः॥