One day, Ýr¶ RŒma and his brothers, accompanied by His most favourite HanumŒn, went to see a beautiful grove, where the trees were all blossoming and had put on fresh leaves. Finding it a good opportunity the sage Sanaka SanŒtana and SanatkumŒra) arrived there. They were all embodiments of spiritual glow, adorned with amiability and other noble qualities and constantly absorbed in the ecstasy of union with Brahma; though infants to all appearance, they are aeons old. The sages looked upon all with the same eye and were above all diversity; it seemed as if the four Vedas had each assumed a bodily form. They had no covering on their body except the quarters; and their only hobby was to hear the recital of Ýr¶ RŒma’s exploits wherever it was carried on. Sanaka and his brothers, O BhavŒn¶, (continues Lord Ýiva,) had stayed in the hermitage of the enlightened sage Agastya and the noble sage had narrated to them many a story relating to Ýr¶ RŒma, which are productive of wisdom in the same way as the friction of two pieces of wood produces fire. (1—4)