94Canto XCIV. Chitrakúta.There long the son of Raghu dwelt And love for hill and wood he felt. Then his Videhan spouse to please And his own heart of woe to ease, Like some Immortal—Indra so Might Swarga's charms to Śachí show— Drew her sweet eyes to each delight Of Chitrakúṭa's lovely height: “Though reft of power and kingly sway, Though friends and home are far away, I cannot mourn my altered lot, Enamoured of this charming spot. Look, darling, on this noble hill Which sweet birds with their music fill, Bright with a thousand metal dyes His lofty summits cleave the