After Sabari's ascendance to the land of the celestials, Rama spoke in a reflective mood, "Lakshmana we have visited many hermitages, places of great wonder where deer and tiger live in harmony. We have walked long weary miles and made offerings to spirits and ancestors on the shores of the seven seas. Misfortunes no longer haunt us. My heart is truly joyous and my mind slips into a quiet serenity. Let us now go to the Pampa a veritable feast for the eyes, where the majestic mountain Rishyamuka stands and where Sugriva lives. Our search for Sita depends on him." They reached the lake graced with its profusion of flowers and lush green foliage. Pampa looked like a carpet woven with the manifold hues of its lotus. Cool winds laden with the scent of jasmine came wafting through the woods. Rama stood gazing wistfully at the ravishing beauty of Pampa. In hushed tones of profund melancholy he said, "I have lost my kingdom and my consort! How can I ever live without Sita? Go now Lakshmana and find Sugriva, Lord of the Vanaras."