Ramayana 3.79

The strong-armed hero spake, and ran Forward to meet the sunbright man. Before him, as he came, he bent And clasped his feet most reverent, Then rearing up his stately height Stood suppliant by the anchorite, While Lakshman's strength and Sita's grace Stood by the pride of Raghu's race. The sage his arms round Rama threw And welcomed him with honours due, Asked, was all well, with question sweet, And bade the hero to a seat. With holy oil he fed the flame, He brought the gifts which strangers claim, And kindly waiting on the three With honours due to high degree, He gave with hospitable care A simple hermit's woodland fare. Then sat the reverend father, first Of hermits, deep in duty versed. And thus to suppliant Rama, bred In all the lore of virtue, said: "Did the false hermit, Prince, neglect To hail his guest with due respect, He must,--the doom the perjured meet,-- His proper flesh hereafter eat. A car-borne king, a lord who sways The earth, and virtue's law obeys, Worthy of highest honour, thou Hast sought, dear guest, my cottage now." He spoke: with fruit and hermit fare, With every bloom the branches bare, Agastya graced his honoured guest, And thus with gentle words addressed: "Accept this mighty bow, divine, Whereon red gold and diamonds shine; 'Twas by the Heavenly Artist planned For Vishnu's own almighty hand; This God-sent shaft of sunbright hue, Whose deadly flight is ever true, By Lord Mahendra given of yore: This quiver with its endless store. Keen arrows hurtling to their aim Like kindled fires that flash and flame: Accept, in golden sheath encased, This sword with hilt of rich gold graced. Armed with this best of bows Lord Vishnu slew his demon foes, And mid the dwellers in the skies Won brilliant glory for his prize. The bow, the quivers, shaft, and sword Received from me, O glorious lord: These conquest to thine arm shall bring, As thunder to the thunder's King."