Verse 47

⁴¹Rama, with Laksmana and Sita, bowed himself to the brahmins, who were the most worthy of honour, and the people bowed to him. ⁴²Shaking out their upper garments at the sight of their lord come home after so long, the men of northern Kosala scattered garlands and danced for joy. ⁴³Bharata took up the sandals; Vibhisana and Sugriva took the finest yak-tail fans; the son of the wind took the white parasol; ⁴⁴Satrughna took the bow and the quivers, Sita the water pot from the holy fords; Angada carried the sword, and the king of the bears the golden shield, king. ⁴⁵Standing in the Puspaka, with the women around him and hymned by the bards, the Bhagavan shone, king, like the moon risen among the planets.

⁴⁶Welcomed by his brother, he then entered the city, which was keeping festival; and going into the royal house he came to the wives of his elders and to his own mother, ⁴⁷and to his elders, his companions, his juniors. He was honoured, and he honoured them back. Videha's daughter and Laksmana went to each of them in the right way.