Ramayana of Valmiki.

InvocationPraise to Valmiki, bird of charming song,Who mounts on Poesy's sublimest spray,And sweetly sings with accent clear and strongRama, aye Rama, in his deathless lay.Where breathes the man can listen to the strainThat flows in music from Valmiki's tongue,Nor feel his feet the path of bliss attainWhen Rama's glory by the saint is sung!The stream Ramayan leaves its sacred fountThe whole wide world from sin and stain to free.The Prince of Hermits is the parent mount,The lordly Rama is the darling sea.Glory to him whose fame is ever bright!Glory to him, Prachetas' holy son!Whose pure lips quaff with ever new delightThe nectar-sea of deeds by Rama done.Hail, arch-ascetic, pious, good, and kind!Hail, Saint Valmiki, lord of every lore!Hail, holy Hermit, calm and pure of mind!Hail, First of Bards, Valmiki, hail once more!