Ramayana 1.219

Of old the Lord of Life gave birth To mighty Kusa, king of earth. His son was Kusanabha, strong, Friend of the right, the foe of wrong. Gadhi, whose fame no time shall dim, Heir of his throne was born to him, And Visvamitra, Gadhi's heir, Governed the land with kingly care. While years unnumbered rolled away The monarch reigned with equal sway. At length, assembling many a band, He led his warriors round the land-- Complete in tale, a mighty force, Cars, elephants, and foot, and horse. Through cities, groves, and floods he passed, O'er lofty hills, through regions vast. He reached Vasishtha's pure abode, Where trees, and flowers, and creepers glowed, Where troops of sylvan creatures fed; Which saints and angels visited. Gods, fauns, and bards of heavenly race, And spirits, glorified the place; The deer their timid ways forgot, And holy Brahmans thronged the spot. Bright in their souls, like fire, were these, Made pure by long austerities, Bound by the rule of vows severe, And each in glory Brahma's peer. Some fed on water, some on air, Some on the leaves that withered there. Roots and wild fruit were others' food; All rage was checked, each sense subdued, There Balakhilyas(220) went and came, Now breathed the prayer, now fed the flame: These, and ascetic bands beside, The sweet retirement beautified. Such was Vasishtha's blest retreat, Like Brahma's own celestial seat, Which gladdened Visvamitra's eyes, Peerless for warlike enterprise.