tatra śrṛṇvansukhā vāca ssūtamāgadhavandinām| pūrvāṃ sadhyāmupāsīno jajāpa yatamānasaḥ
Then (in the last watch of the night) hearing the pleasant words of bards and panegyrists he attended to early morning rites and intoned Gayatri with a concentrated mind.
— M.N. Dutt (1891)
The pleasant words of bards and panegyrists fill the morning air. Singers praise the prince as the stars fade. The city awakens to music, not noise — Ayodhya greets its most important day with art worthy of the occasion.