There was a sound of music of various kinds, and the rejoicing in the city was beyond words. All prayed for Bharata’s return (from his maternal uncle’s) and said to one another, “Would that Bharata came with expedition and obtained the reward of his eyes.” In every bazar, street, house, lane and place of resort men and women talked to one another, “When will that blessed hour start tomorow; during which God will fulfil our desire, when with S¶tŒ beside Him Ýr¶ RŒma will take His seat on the throne of gold and when the object of our desire will be accomplished?” They all said, “When will the morrow come?” While the wicked gods prayed that some trouble might brew in the meantime. The rejoicing that was going on in AyodhyŒ did not please them even as a moonlit night is not liked by a thief. Invoking ÝŒradŒ the gods supplicated her and laying hold of her feet fell at them again and again. (1—4)