The Ramayan by Valmiki — Read

Then with the morn's returning sun. King Janak, when his rites were done, Skilled all the charms of speech to know, Spoke to wise Satananda so: "My brother, lord of glorious fame, My younger, Kusadhwaj by name, Whose virtuous life has won renown, Has settled in a lovely town, Sankasya, decked with grace divine, Whose glories bright as Pushpak's shine, While Ikshumati rolls her wave Her lofty rampart's foot to lave. Him, holy priest, I long to see: The guardian of my rite is he: That my dear brother may not miss A share of mine expected bliss."

Thus in the presence of the priest The royal Janak spoke, and ceased. Then came his henchmen, prompt and brave, To whom his charge the monarch gave. Soon as they heard his will, in haste With fleetest steeds away they raced, To lead with them that lord of kings, As Indra's call Lord Vishnu brings. Sankasya's walls they duly gained, And audience of the king obtained. To him they told the news they brought Of marvels past and Janak's thought. Soon as the king the story knew From those good envoys swift and true, To Janak's wish he gave assent, And swift to Mithila he went. He paid to Janak reverence due, And holy Satananda too, Then sate him on a glorious seat For kings or Gods celestial meet. Soon as the brothers, noble pair Peerless in might, were seated there, They gave the wise Sudaman, best Of councillors, their high behest: "Go, noble councillor, " they cried, "And hither to our presence guide Ikshvaku's son, Ayodhya's lord, Invincible by foeman's sword, With both his sons, each holy seer, And every minister and peer." Sudaman to the palace flew, And saw the mighty king who threw Splendour on Raghu's splendid race, Then bowed his head with seemly grace: "O King, whose hand Ayodhya sways, My lord, whom Mithila obeys, Yearns with desire, if thou agree, Thee with thy guide and priest to see." Soon as the councillor had ceased, The king, with saint and peer and priest, Sought, speeding through the palace gate, The hall where Janak held his state. There, with his nobles round him spread, Thus to Videha's lord be said: "Thou knowest, King, whose aid divine Protects Ikshvaku's royal line. In every need, whate'er befall, The saint Vasishtha speaks for all. If Visvamitra so allow, And all the saints around me now, The sage will speak, at my desire, As order and the truth require."