"Later, wandering in the forest, Rama and Lakshmana come to the grove by the Pampa Lake. It is Spring and Rama and Laskhmana bathe in the crystal waters of the Pampa ablaze with white and red lotus buds. The trees are proudly crowned with flowers along the banks and long creepers fall from them laden with blossoms. Screaming parrots make shrill music and Rama feels his whole being filled with languorous desire for Sita."