“O hermits, blest in vows, who shine Like royal saints or Gods divine, O best of young ascetics, say How to this spot you found your way, Scaring the troops of wandering deer And silvan things that harbour here Searching amid the trees that grow Where Pampá’s gentle waters flow.

In plain words: Hanuman greets them as holy young hermits who shine like gods or saintly kings. He asks how they came to this place by the Pampa lake, scaring the deer as they search among the trees.