sitābhraśikharābheṣu devatāyataneṣu ca| catuṣpatheṣu rathyāsu caityeṣvaṭṭālakeṣu ca nānāpaṇyasamṛddheṣu vaṇijāmāpaṇeṣu ca| kuṭumbināṃ samṛddheṣu śrīmatsu bhavaneṣu ca sabhāsu caiva sarvāsu vṛkṣeṣvālakṣiteṣu ca| dhvajā ssamucchritāścitrāḥ patākāścābhavaṃstadā
Banners of varying colours and flags were raised on the temples looking resplendent like peaks wreathed by a mass of white clouds, at the crossroads, on the thoroughfares, on the trees standing on avenues, on the towers and stalls of the merchants abounding in various kinds of merchandise, on prosperous and graceful houses of householders, in all public halls and on trees looking tall from a distance.
— M.N. Dutt (1891)
The description of flags and colours is extended further. The epic does not want us to leave this moment. Stay in this joy, it says. Hold it. Because you will need to remember it when the next sarga arrives.