Praise to Valmiki bird of charming song
Who mounts on Poesys sublimest spray
And sweetly sings with accent clear and strong
Rama aye Rama in his deathless lay
Where breathes the man can listen to the strain
That flows in music from Valmikis tongue
Nor feel his feet the path of bliss attain
When Ramas glory by the saint is sung
The stream Ramayan leaves its sacred fount
The whole wide world from sin and stain to free
The Prince of Hermit...