Tulsidas,
The Rámáyana of Tulsi Dás — Book IV.…
(1883)
“ Now the rains are over and the season of autumn has returned; see Lakshman, how exquisitely beautiful everything is. The whole earth is covered with the flowering káns grass, as though the rains had exposed its old age. The rising of Canopus [10] has dried up the water on the roads, like as greed is dried up by contenment. The surface of every river and lake is as pure and bright as is the soul of the saints devoid of all vanity and delusion; drop by drop their depths are diminished, like as the enlightened gradually lose all notions of self. ”
