Canto XXXVI.The Birth Of Gangá. The hours of night now waning fast OnŚona's pleasant shore they passed. Then,when the dawn began to break, To Ráma thus the hermit spake: “The light of dawn is breaking clear, The hour of morning rites is near. Rise,Ráma,rise,dear son,I pray, And make thee ready for the way.” Then Ráma rose,and finished all His duties at the hermit's call, Prepared with joy the road to take, And thus again in question spake: “Here fair and deep theŚona flows, And many an isle its bosom shows: What way,O Saint,will lead us o'er And land us on