76Canto LXXVI. The Funeral.The saint Vaśishṭha, best of all Whose words with moving wisdom fall, Bharat, Kaikeyí's son, addressed, Whom burning fires of grief distressed: “O Prince, whose fame is widely spread, Enough of grief: be comforted. The time is come: arise, and lay Upon the pyre the monarch's clay.” He heard the words Vaśishṭha spoke, And slumbering resolution woke. Then skilled in all the laws declare, He bade his friends the rites prepare. They raised the body from the oil, And placed it, dripping, on the soil; Then laid it on a bed, whereon Wrought gold and precious jewels shone.