Canto XXXI.The Perfect Hermitage. Thus spoke the prince of boundless might, And thus replied the anchorite: “Chief of the mighty arm,of yore Lord Vishṇu whom the Gods adore, For holy thought and rites austere Of penance made his dwelling here. This ancient wood was called of old Grove of the Dwarf,the mighty-souled, And when perfection he attained The grove the name of Perfect gained. Bali of yore,Virochan's son, Dominion over Indra won, And when with power his proud heart swelled, O'er the three worlds his empire held. When Bali then began a rite, The Gods and Indra in affright Sought