The Ramayan by Valmiki

Rama went foremost of the three, Next Sita, followed, fair to see, And Lakshman with his bow in hand Walked hindmost of the little band. As onward through the wood they went, With great delight their eyes were bent On rocky heights beside the way And lofty trees with blossoms gay; And streamlets running fair and fast The royal youths with Sita passed. They watched the saras and the drake On islets of the stream and lake, And gazed delighted on the floods Bright with gay birds and lotus buds. They saw in startled herds the roes, The passion-frenzied buffaloes, Wild elephants who fiercely tore The tender trees, and many a boar. A length of woodland way they passed, And when the sun was low at last A lovely stream-fed lake they spied, Two leagues across from side to side. Tall elephants fresh beauty gave To grassy bank and lilied wave, By many a swan and saras stirred, Mallard, and gay-winged water-bird. From those sweet waters, loud and long, Though none was seen to wake the song, Swelled high the singer's music blent With each melodious instrument. Rama and car-borne Lakshman heard The charming strain, with wonder stirred, Turned on the margent of the lake To Dharmabhrit the sage, and spake: "Our longing souls, O hermit, burn This music of the lake to learn: We pray thee, noblest sage, explain The cause of the mysterious strain." He, as the son of Raghu prayed, With swift accord his answer made, And thus the hermit, virtuous-souled, The story of the fair lake told: "Through every age 'tis known to fame, Panchapsaras its glorious name, By holy Mandakarni wrought With power his rites austere had bought. For he, great votarist, intent On strictest rule his stern life spent. Ten thousand years the stream his bed, Ten thousand years on air he fed. Then on the blessed Gods who dwell In heavenly homes great terror fell: They gathered all, by Agni led, And counselled thus disquieted: "The hermit by ascetic pain The seat of one of us would gain." Thus with their hearts by fear oppressed In full assembly spoke the Blest, And bade five loveliest nymphs, as fair As lightning in the evening air, Armed with their winning wiles, seduce From his stern vows the great recluse. Though lore of earth and heaven he knew, The hermit from his task they drew, And made the great ascetic slave To conquering love, the Gods to save. Each of the heavenly five became, Bound to the sage, his wedded dame; And he, for his beloved's sake, Formed a fair palace neath the lake. Under the flood the ladies live, To joy and ease their days they give, And lap in bliss the hermit wooed From penance rites to youth renewed. So when the sportive nymphs within Those secret bowers their play begin, You hear the singers' dulcet tones Blend sweetly with their tinkling zones."

-"How wondrous are these words of thine!" Cried the famed chiefs of Raghu's line, As thus they heard the sage unfold The marvels of the tale he told.